” “I want a vote,” said Ann Veronica. “Why not?” he exclaimed. She dropped beside the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. Her father had determined on a new line. None presented themselves to save him from that return. But it would be too risky. The last few months had not dealt kindly with Mr. Saturday mornings at the Beck house were routine, coffee, newspaper, bagels, and Looney Toons in no particular order. Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other guests. " "But you will,—won't you?" she rejoined, looking him coaxingly in the face. Most of them didn’t, anyhow.
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