He had barely said, \"Anytime,\" before she shut the door rather rudely in his face. “Get out of the car. ” 174 < 21 > THANKSGIVING She padded softly up the old stairs, exhausted and elated. She stood 218 there, broken bottle still in hand. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. For each costume she had devised a suitable form of matrimonial refusal. The temperature soared to one hundred degrees, sickeningly hot. No, never mind about thanking me. This time you cannot.
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