He righted a chair and sat in it, his face in his hands. . Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. " He departed, musing. Because of the thought of love and companionship? No. But he died when he was a child—long ago—long ago—long ago. “As a second job?” “Right about five months ago when Larry fell off the truck and we stopped seeing each other, Cathy took a second job.
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