Instead there was a deep and wretched senseof loss--the empty chair where she used to like to sit and read, theempty table where she would always set her glass too close to the edge. I don't knowhow much. Few times I saw her, she was alone. It made him feel good to stand there and light a cigar with the goddam tanks ready to blow him to Halifax any minute.
They'd made him an instructor and wouldn't let him go overseas and he was almost crazy out there in camp. The one where Max Devore was trying tosteal himself a kid. Al the way home to Chelsea, picking her way through the slush and pools of water on the streets, Janey was thinking of what she'd liked to have said to J. , and yet I felt uneasy,unwilling to leave her alone.
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