Berta reveled in his companionship. He was jolted from his mournfulreverie by a welcome sound. Hethen reviewed with her the clever adjustments the car manufacturers hadmade to the steering wheel with r his own words 'turned down the wick, summoned visions of the moraldarkness into which he had stumbled.
The dried fish? Who cares. They were the transatlantic liners that pulled out to sea,leavin' us watchin' from the dock. It's my tie to home. Slouched in his chair he passed into a kind of amnesia, lost between ascarred past and an uneventful future.
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