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Mary
Jane
shook
her
head
.
"
L
.
Manning
Vines
.
Ever
hear
of
him
?
"
"
Uh
-
uh
.
"
"
Neither
did
I
.
Neither
did
anybody
else
.
He
wrote
a
book
about
four
men
that
starved
to
death
in
Alaska
.
Lew
doesn
’
t
remember
the
name
of
it
,
but
it
’
s
the
most
beautifully
written
book
he
’
s
ever
read
.
Christ
!
He
isn
’
t
even
honest
enough
to
come
right
out
and
say
he
liked
it
because
it
was
about
four
guys
that
starved
to
death
in
an
igloo
or
something
.
He
has
to
say
it
was
beautifully
written
.
"
"
You
’
re
too
critical
,
"
Mary
Jane
said
.
"
I
mean
you
’
re
too
critical
.
Maybe
it
was
a
good
-
"
"
Take
my
word
for
it
,
it
couldn
’
t
’
ve
been
,
"
Eloise
said
.
She
thought
for
a
moment
,
then
added
,
"
At
least
,
you
have
a
job
.
I
mean
at
least
you
—
"
"
But
listen
,
though
,
"
said
Mary
Jane
.
"
Do
you
think
you
’
ll
ever
tell
him
Walt
was
killed
,
even
?
I
mean
he
wouldn
’
t
be
jealous
,
would
he
,
if
he
knew
Walt
was
—
you
know
.
Killed
and
everything
.
"
"
Oh
,
lover
!
You
poor
,
innocent
little
career
girl
,
"
said
Eloise
.
"
He
’
d
be
worse
.
He
’
d
be
a
ghoul
.
Listen
.
All
he
knows
is
that
I
went
around
with
somebody
named
Walt
—
some
wisecracking
G
.
I
.
The
last
thing
I
’
d
do
would
be
to
tell
him
he
was
killed
.
But
the
last
thing
.
And
if
I
did
—
which
I
wouldn
’
t
—
but
if
I
did
,
I
’
d
tell
him
he
was
killed
in
action
.
"
Mary
Jane
pushed
her
chin
farther
forward
over
the
edge
of
her
forearm
.
