” “My God!” said Teddy, more impressively than ever. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. Homosexuals weren’t looked too kindly upon in their exclusive suburban neighborhood, not even dashing handsome ones. Perhaps he had lost his loved ones and was wandering over the world seeking forgetfulness. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping.
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