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Perhaps
she
was
awake
,
but
she
opened
her
eyes
anyway
and
said
,
"
I
smell
coffee
.
Oh
!
Oh
!
What
a
nice
husband
—
and
—
and
flowers
"
—
all
the
little
sounds
that
never
lose
their
fragrance
.
We
breakfasted
and
coffeed
and
coffeed
again
,
my
Mary
propped
up
in
bed
,
looking
younger
and
more
innocent
than
her
daughter
.
And
each
of
us
spoke
respectfully
of
how
well
we
had
slept
.
My
time
had
come
.
"
Get
comfortable
.
I
have
news
both
sad
and
glad
.
"
"
Good
!
Did
you
buy
the
ocean
?
"
"
Marullo
is
in
trouble
.
"
"
What
?
"
"
A
long
time
ago
he
came
to
America
without
asking
leave
.
"
"
Well
—
what
?
"
"
Now
they
are
asking
him
to
leave
.
"
"
Deported
?
"
