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Devoreis looking back over his shoulder at Draper Finney and Fred Dean. Iimagined our marriage as a kind of playhouse--and isn't that whatmarriage is, in large part? playing house?--where only half the stuffwas held down. They got off the train at a grimy brick station in the middle of the empty business section, a few people standing around in front of lunchcounters, At least for the time being.

Nothing snatched them out of my hands; nothing froze the sweaton the back of my neck; Bunter's bell didn't ring. Lightning flashed above us. The train was often stopped by groups of soldiers patrol ing-322-the line. It was what I had seen in my dreamafter all.