” Ann Veronica said nothing. Saturday mornings at the Beck house were routine, coffee, newspaper, bagels, and Looney Toons in no particular order. You're the first widow I ever heard of who could withstand that lure. She had lost it. It was the size of my palm. "Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends.
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