It was all right for her to talk, I was sure of it,but I asked anyway: Where's Mattie now? Waterin the flowers. The belt-buckle melted. Herwhite dress floats around her like a lily. Yes, I said.
Careful of what? I don't know, he said. We lost al our duffle, see, when we was torpedoed. Then I waited. It's getting solong.
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