SHE'S JUST TRYING TO CONCEAL HER HIDING PLACE, Owen whispered-to reassure himself. Grandmother liked them old- the older the better! -but she disliked most movie stars. Whereupon, Dan would grip the dashboard and tremble while a dynamite truck hurtled past us. Major Rawls removed his necktie and tried to apply a tourniquet-just above die elbow of one of Owen's arms.
MADE FOR TELEVISION, he would have said. But this sense of the richness of gossip that permeated Gravesend society is, on my part, largely hindsight. it was just silliness, and I tired of the mindless, repetitive choreography. ther interests are consumed by it, and whatever appetites and capacities I may have had for detachment and reflec
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