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"
What
?
"
said
Sybil
.
"
What
’
s
new
?
What
’
s
on
the
program
?
"
"
My
daddy
’
s
coming
tomorrow
on
an
airplane
,
"
Sybil
said
,
kicking
sand
.
"
Not
in
my
face
,
baby
,
"
the
young
man
said
,
putting
his
hand
on
Sybil
’
s
ankle
.
"
Well
,
it
’
s
about
time
he
got
here
,
your
daddy
.
I
’
ve
been
expecting
him
hourly
.
Hourly
.
"
"
Where
’
s
the
lady
?
"
Sybil
said
.
"
The
lady
?
"
The
young
man
brushed
some
sand
out
of
his
thin
hair
.
"
That
’
s
hard
to
say
,
Sybil
.
She
may
be
in
any
one
of
a
thousand
places
.
At
the
hairdresser
’
s
.
Having
her
hair
dyed
mink
.
Or
making
dolls
for
poor
children
,
in
her
room
.
"
Lying
prone
now
,
he
made
two
fists
,
set
one
on
top
of
the
other
,
and
rested
his
chin
on
the
top
one
.
"
Ask
me
something
else
,
Sybil
,
"
he
said
.
"
That
’
s
a
fine
bathing
suit
you
have
on
.
If
there
’
s
one
thing
I
like
,
it
’
s
a
blue
bathing
suit
.
"
Sybil
stared
at
him
,
then
looked
down
at
her
protruding
stomach
.
"
This
is
a
yellow
,
"
she
said
.
"
This
is
a
yellow
.
"
"
It
is
?
Come
a
little
closer
.
"
Sybil
took
a
step
forward
.
"
You
’
re
absolutely
right
.
What
a
fool
I
am
.
"
