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"
Do
you
want
soup
,
Cat
?
"
"
Please
.
"
"
Bring
soup
for
one
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
sir
.
"
He
went
out
and
shut
the
door
.
I
went
back
to
the
papers
and
the
war
in
the
papers
and
poured
the
soda
slowly
over
the
ice
into
the
whiskey
.
I
would
have
to
tell
them
not
to
put
ice
in
the
whiskey
.
Let
them
bring
the
ice
separately
.
That
way
you
could
tell
how
much
whiskey
there
was
and
it
would
not
suddenly
be
too
thin
from
the
soda
.
I
would
get
a
bottle
of
whiskey
and
have
them
bring
ice
and
soda
.
That
was
the
sensible
way
.
Good
whiskey
was
very
pleasant
.
It
was
one
of
the
pleasant
parts
of
life
.
"
What
are
you
thinking
,
darling
?
"
"
About
whiskey
.
"
"
What
about
whiskey
?
"
"
About
how
nice
it
is
.
"
Catherine
made
a
face
.
"
All
right
,
"
she
said
.
