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"
Doesn
’
t
Lew
have
a
sense
of
humor
?
"
"
Oh
,
God
!
Who
knows
?
Yes
.
I
guess
so
.
He
laughs
at
cartoons
and
stuff
.
"
Eloise
raised
her
head
,
lifted
her
drink
from
her
chest
,
and
drank
from
it
.
"
Well
,
"
Mary
Jane
said
.
"
That
isn
’
t
everything
.
I
mean
that
isn
’
t
everything
.
"
"
What
isn
’
t
?
"
"
Oh
.
.
.
you
know
.
Laughing
and
stuff
.
"
"
Who
says
it
isn
’
t
?
"
Eloise
said
.
"
Listen
,
if
you
’
re
not
gonna
be
a
nun
or
something
,
you
might
as
well
laugh
.
"
Mary
Jane
giggled
.
"
You
’
re
terrible
,
"
she
said
.
"
Ah
,
God
,
he
was
nice
,
"
Eloise
said
.
"
He
was
either
funny
or
sweet
.
Not
that
damn
little
-
boy
sweet
,
either
.
It
was
a
special
kind
of
sweet
.
You
know
what
he
did
once
?
"
"
Uh
-
uh
,
"
Mary
Jane
said
.
"
We
were
on
the
train
going
from
Trenton
to
New
York
—
it
was
just
right
after
he
was
drafted
.
It
was
cold
in
the
car
and
I
had
my
coat
sort
of
over
us
.
I
remember
I
had
Joyce
Morrow
’
s
cardigan
on
underneath
—
you
remember
that
darling
blue
cardigan
she
had
?
"
