Sydney Courtlaw—Mr. A drunken idea, Ah Cum had called it. “What were you doing?” Her voice was a little hysterical. She was nearly dead. . She receded into the entryway, opening her palm and gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled out for visitors. One post-midnight meeting, she could stand it no longer. His physical body was predictably paralyzed with shyness and fear of rejection, barely soothed with a series 51 of blatantly direct requests and compliments. She remembered abruptly that she was really living upon his money.
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