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not. Especially after Paris fell."
Jonathan hurried through his strawberries with a
feeling of goodwill: he had actually, and without
resentment, enjoyed listening to Mrs. Troyes talk.
Maybe God, after all, would enlarge his heart to make
room for others, as he daily prayed. It had been so
good of her to buy him that Rachmaninoff autograph in
New York. It was so awful of him to be thrilled by how
much it must have cost.
At 6:30, in the shabby roominess of her kitchen,
Prudence Lattice cooked in a wok, which she had
never done before. Under Chin Lam's supervision, the
small white-haired woman nervously poked a chopstick
at vegetables and pork slivers with a concentration so
intense that Chin laughed for the first time since she'd
come to work at the Tea Shoppe. Hearing the childish
giggle, Miss Lattice thought with a jolt of pleasure that,
if Chin were to live there with her, perhaps they could
do each other good. Then guilt snatched the thought
away. Did she hope that the girl's husband would go to
prison and leave her his wife? Did she think she could
fill her solitary old age by taking in this young woman