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"
Well
,
right
now
,
"
Grace
said
,
"
he
’
s
in
the
kitchen
.
"
"
Well
,
I
’
m
afraid
he
can
’
t
spend
the
night
here
,
Grace
.
"
"
Ma
’
am
?
"
"
I
say
I
’
m
afraid
he
can
’
t
spend
the
night
here
.
I
’
m
not
running
a
hotel
.
"
Grace
stood
for
a
moment
,
then
said
,
"
Yes
,
Ma
’
am
,
"
and
went
out
to
the
kitchen
.
Eloise
left
the
living
room
and
climbed
the
stairs
,
which
were
lighted
very
faintly
by
the
overglow
from
the
dining
room
.
One
of
Ramona
’
s
galoshes
was
lying
on
the
landing
.
Eloise
picked
it
up
and
threw
it
,
with
as
much
force
as
possible
,
over
the
side
of
the
banister
;
it
struck
the
foyer
floor
with
a
violent
thump
.
She
snapped
on
the
light
in
Ramona
’
s
room
and
held
on
to
the
switch
,
as
if
for
support
.
She
stood
still
for
a
moment
looking
at
Ramona
.
Then
she
let
go
of
the
light
switch
and
went
quickly
over
to
the
bed
.
"
Ramona
.
Wake
up
.
Wake
up
.
"
Ramona
was
sleeping
far
over
on
one
side
of
the
bed
,
her
right
buttock
off
the
edge
.
Her
glasses
were
on
a
little
Donald
Duck
night
table
,
folded
neatly
and
laid
stems
down
.
"
Ramona
!
"
