272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. They proved all sorts of things perhaps, but they were thick, unequal, pitiful pieces of work. ” Ann Veronica started from her reverie, sat up in her chair, became attentive. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen. Then Mike came along. ” She smiled at him. Mr. She leaned forward and addressed him.
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