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obe, then down to the living room, where she told
Lance flatly that he had both shocked and disappointed
her. Then he had begun to say those things to her, his
godmother, and the ultimate outcome was that she had
been forced to show him the door, as the old
melodramas used to say.
Afterwards, Tracy could not help but hear stifled
sobs from her guest room until 3:00 A.M., when, at
last, she'd fallen asleep, Play It As It Lays on her lap.
At nine she'd waked to the sound of her vacuum
cleaner; she'd dressed to the clatter of breakfast dishes
downstairs. "Where in the world did you find all this
stuff?" she asked Beanie as she surveyed her table
neatly cleared of her pottery works and laden with what
looked like the repast before a British fox hunt.
"Oh, in the refrigerator. And around. Hope you
don't mind. I didn't want to wake you."
Over zucchini omelets and ground lamb patties, the
two discussed an idea of Tracy's that she had begged
Beanie to sleep on. It was that Beanie and she should
leave for England within the week.
Having placed the ocean between herself and both