As always when her mind was highly stimulated, Laura struggled throughhours of insomnia before she fell asleep. She glanced up appraisingly. For two cents they splurged on a copy of the Daily News. Each night she hadcalled home to check.
She was consciousof a surge of passion enveloping them. She managed a shaky laugh. Every time I look at you, you have a drink in your hand. Igrew up in Boston.
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