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30.12.2010 um 01:19 Uhr

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@@@@@It wasn't muscular, but was, like her feet, of a good sizeShe hadn't forgotten the fine art of greeting, and gripped as well as she could Also, she looked at me with cheerful interest as we shookI liked her for her frank admission of memory troublesAnd, Alzheimer's or not, I did far more mental and verbal stuttering than I'd seen so far from her 262 "It's good to know you, EdgarI have seen you before, but I don't recall whenBig Pink! That's sassy!" "I like the house, ma'amI'm very glad if it gives satisfaction It's an artist's house, you knowAre you an artist, Edgar?" She was looking at me with her guileless blue eyesIt was the easiest, the quickest, and maybe it was the truth "Of course you are, hon, I knew right awayI'll need one of your picturesWireman will strike a price with youHe's a lawyer as well as an excellent cook, did he tell you that?" "YesHer conversation seemed to have developed too many threads, and all at onceWireman, that dog, looked as if he were struggling not to laugh Which made me feel like laughing, of course "I try to get pictures from all the artists who've stayed in your Big PinkI have a Haring that was painted there That stopped any impulse to laugh"Really?" 263 "Yes! I'll show you in a bit, one really can't avoid it, it's in the television room and we always watch OprahDon't we, Wireman?" "Yes," he said, and glanced at the face of his watch on the inside of his wrist "But we don't have to watch it on the dot, because we have a wonderful gadget call

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