As twilight deepened, Kyra sat on my lap in thetrailer's living room, listening carefully--if with growingwooziness--as I read her the ever-enthralling story of Cinderella. I had never heard her scream like that in our life together,but I knew who it was, just the same. They went back to the Matthews) house and everybody was awful stiff except Wil Stirp and his friends who brought in a bottle of whiskey and got old man Matthews cockeyed. I was wearingoveralls (the tail of a wash-faded blue bandanna stuck out of the bibpocket) and manure-stained workboots.
She kissed him and loved him up and locked the parlor door and they loved each other up on the sofa and she let him do everything he wanted. At noon I'd break, drive down to BuddyJellison's greaseatorium for something nasty, then return and work foranother hour or so. What do you think of Edwin Vinal, Ada? Why, my dear, I think he's a splendid young fel ow, a little restless maybe, but he'l settle down. Where are you going? I'l explain.
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