They lifted their glasses and looked into each other's eyes and laughed. The only reasonI noticed it was that it was wearing one of those stupid bumper-stickersfrom the Village Cafe: HOW, N BROKEN--WATCH FOR FINGER. Edwin showed her some in Russian and Yid-dish, one in Armenian and two in Arabic. Some girls from the Red Cross brought them grub, mostly bread and mar-malade and meatpaste, nothing you could real y sink your teeth into, and some thin blankets.
But Kyra wouldn't. Concha's little brother Antonio would have the shutters down and be sweeping out the store by the time he got there. Fred! I scream. All atonce I was lonely for her again--missing her like hell.
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