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"
Silly
,
I
know
your
purse
.
I
can
’
t
imagine
him
lending
his
car
.
"
"
Neither
can
I
,
but
he
did
.
"
"
Don
’
t
forget
he
brought
candy
Easter
.
"
"
Perhaps
it
is
senility
.
"
"
I
wonder
what
he
wants
.
"
"
That
’
s
not
worthy
of
my
wife
.
Perhaps
he
wants
us
to
love
him
.
"
"
I
’
ll
have
to
do
a
thousand
things
.
"
"
I
know
you
will
.
"
I
could
see
her
mind
plowing
into
the
possibilities
like
a
bulldozer
.
I
knew
I
had
lost
her
attention
and
probably
couldn
’
t
get
it
back
,
and
that
was
good
.
At
breakfast
before
my
second
cup
of
coffee
she
had
picked
up
and
discarded
half
the
pleasure
areas
of
eastern
America
.
Poor
darling
hadn
’
t
had
much
fun
these
last
few
years
.
I
said
,
"
Chloe
,
I
know
I
’
m
going
to
have
trouble
getting
your
attention
.
A
very
important
investment
is
offered
.
I
want
some
more
of
your
money
.
The
first
is
doing
well
.
"
