The delay was only momentary. I put my foot down like—like adamant. Neither the American Express nor Cook's had received mail for Howard Taber; he was not on either list. “I am frightened now. There is no Heaven for your mother. It was you! It was exactly you, but it was probably the photo they thought it was your mother! I dug it up after combing the Reader’s Guide To Periodical Literature for like, six hours straight. You know you do, Annabel. I saw the motor dashed to pieces against the wall, and I saw him pitched on his head into the road. I’ll give you an uncrossed check, and then you can get it at the bank here, quite close by.
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