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Beanie came to hug Tracy; only fleetingly though,
for she was sensitive to her friend's discomfort with
physical affection. "I liked him a lot. I liked his laugh."
"Yes. He was a sanguine person. I think he was
probably happy, by nature.... Well, never mind. Here,
now let me do these dishes."
"Tracy, just for three weeks. I mean, you stay as
long as you like, and Evelyn, but I want to come back
in three weeks. And the other thing, when we go, I'm
going to ask you not to try to talk to me about what I've
done, I mean, try to make me change my mind.
Because I won't, and you have to understand that."
Tracy took off her glasses. "Why, Beanie dear, of
course. Of course it will be all right with me, whatever
you do. Well, not if you stabbed someone to death or
became a political terrorist." She laughed. Beanie didn't.
It was one of the limits on their love that Beanie never
joked. Tracy knew, however, that Beanie would not
turn her away, even if she had murdered someone.
Jokes were easier to come by.
For the rest of the morning, while Mrs. Canopy
wrote some letters to her artists, Beanie had, as she put