quot;Never love a ; ;t ake.  ime it   you cant give your  to a ronger t. Until trong enougo run into to a tree. taller tree. ts  yourself love a  t;

    quot;S; Joe Bell informed me.

    quot;Moderately,quot; ;But Doc kne. I explained it to  and. e so eac; S t; be intains by no;

    quot;s salkin about?quot; Joe Bell asked me.

    ed ini. quot;Lets ; souc mine. quot;Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc -- its better to look at ty place; so vague. Just a country w;

    tRALER MARRIES FOURt  bannered it belonged to anot of text t I could see read: Rut;Rustyquot; traen accused of pro-Nazi sympato Greeniful -- Not t I ed to read any more. rain. But Id been ted t seen really, since our drunken Sunday at Joe Bells bar. tervening oo complicated to recount board able interest; and, ly escaped tation of a small toering anote. Betainty of my draft status and a lack ofspecific experience, I couldnt seem to find anot urning from a discouraging intervieor oft ney  of to a state of nervous inertia. So I more t it epositive. If  quot;absurd foetus,quot; t in t as ,rage a little t of being in love tle. For I as Id once been in love man egory of love generates jealousy, too.

    ation I bougail-end of tsentence, discovered t Rustys bride iful cover girl from t tcz so limp ook a taxi t of the way home.

    Madame Sapp me in the hall, wild-eyed and wringing her hands.

    quot;Run,quot; s;Bring t;

    It sounded like it. As tigers . A riot ofcrasurned furniture. But t seem unnatural. quot;Run,quot; s;tell t;

    I ran; but only upstairs to  : tsubsided. Stopped altoget leading to let me in  unanss to break doed in a bruised so go for t;Sup,quot; sold, quot;and get out of my ;

    It e; Ybarra-Jaegar. Looking not at all t Brazilian diplomat; butsy and frig of oo. And, using ;In ; o a manaccompanying him.

    Since no one prevented me, I folloo tment,  last tmas tree led, veryliterally: its broorn-up books, broken lampsand pied, its contents tossedaround t of t was calmly licking a puddle of milk.

    In ttles made me gag. I steppedon tered,t is  Joseacute; so blindly, seemed not to see tor, ing ;Youre a tired young lady. Very tired. You  to go to sleep, dont you?

    Sleep.quot;

    finger. quot;Sleep,quot;

    sed, fretful c; me. Let me s. I sa;

    quot;it; lullabied tor, selecting from his black case ahypodermic.

    Joseacute; averted  t of a needle. quot;;

    Englision an unintended irony. quot;S;

    quot;Didnt  a bit, no?quot; inquired tor, smugly dabbing ton.

    So sufficiently to focus tor. quot;Everyts. ; But s need their own accord.

    quot;S; insisted Joseacute;.

    quot;Please, sir,quot; tor e s ;if you ient.quot;

    Joseacute; o t room, iptoeing presence of Madame Spanella. quot;Dont touc; sened as o tuguese oaths.

    , too; or so I surmised from his expression.

    Instead, ed me to tle ained dry vermout;I ; ;I  ting like a crazy. I must  is too delicate: my name, my ;

    o learn t I sa;scandalquot;; demolise affair.

    quot;It is only a question of grieving,quot; ; stle. to bring a doctor.quot;

    quot;But ed to kno; over, Rusty? If I ;

    quot;Rusty?quot;

    I ill carrying my newspaper, and she headline.