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Scheherazade to insist on breakfast. Orchid O'Neal
woke and was driven by her sister, Sarah MacDermott,
over to Elizabeth Circle to wait on people. Judith Haig
woke at the very same minute she had always been
awakened by the nuns. Winslow Abernathy, who
always woke early, slept late. Lance Abernathy, who
always slept late, woke early. He sat up and yawned,
he stood up and stretched, he did a dozen sit-ups,
push-ups, and chin-ups. He slipped into French jockey
shorts of a bold design. He slipped into a blue leisure
suit, and at his leisure drove to the Dingley Club for
breakfast. Old Mr. Bredforet was already there at the
billiard table, waiting with a Bloody Mary for anyone
else to arrive.
The sun to Lance was a golden girl. The sun to his
brother, Arthur, was a pocket watch that warned him
not to be late for his meeting with Ernest Ransom. On
his way to the bank, the sun to Ernest Ransom was a
giant coin. The sun to Father Highwick, on his way to
church, was a glad Communion wafer. And to Tac
Hayes, soaring toward the hoop, the sun was a yellow
basketball, while to Luke Packer, bicycling to work, the