A waiter was making his way among the groups with a tray of glasses and a valetlooking person was tiptoeing around with a bottle of port. the Paris fog smel s of strawberries . Every time you turn your back somethin' breaks down and everythin' goes cockeyed. She didn't care what she did if she could only get back to God's Country.
Then he blurted out wouldn't it be fun if they got married when they got to Washington. His mother comes from peo-ple in the Doomsday Book. He made her drink quite a lot of wine and after awhile she heard herself talking to him. They were drinking little glasses of Cointreau.
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