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"Much more dramatic way of finishing off poor
Madame Butterfly anyhow.
Euthanasia," he murmured. Saar was very sensitive
to the humiliations of others. Rubbing alcohol on his
empathy only inflamed this exposed nerve, and in his
urgency to soothe he often miscalculated.
As now; for June Hayes (mother of one of his
students) looked at him with what, had he not thought
her incapable of it, he would have called murderous
hate. "Let's play a word game," he tried again.
"I love games," said the rector.
William Bredforet yelled from the settee, "Thought
they said somebody was going to read his poetry."
"He couldn't come after all," explained Evelyn.
"Good. I don't like poetry."
Mrs. Ransom handed the broken glass to the
Vietnamese girl with the black eye, Chan or Chin or
whatever her name was.
chapter 9
Arthur Abernathy returned from his parents' house
visibly shaken.