I waitedfor it to come again now--for my mouth and throat to fill up with the iron taste of the lake--but it didn't happen. There was a dab of whipped cream on her nose and asingle yellow kernel of corn sitting in the middle of her chin. As they were setting off the man who said his name was Jones said, Wait a minute, and ran in the bar and got a flask of Planter's Punch. I'm glad you came on a Tuesday, she said.
I gave her herhand back. Careful of what? I don't know, he said. Dick and Henry stared at the white faces of the two women. Nobody ever said anything much to anybody else.
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