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"
What
are
anagrams
?
Haven
’
t
I
had
enough
strange
—
"
"
It
’
s
a
quiet
game
.
You
spell
words
with
them
—
any
word
except
alcohol
.
"
"
I
bet
you
can
spell
alcohol
,
"
Abe
plunged
his
hand
among
the
counters
.
"
Can
I
come
back
if
I
can
spell
alcohol
?
"
"
You
can
come
back
if
you
want
to
play
anagrams
.
"
Abe
shook
his
head
resignedly
.
"
If
you
’
re
in
that
frame
of
mind
there
’
s
no
use
—
I
’
d
just
be
in
the
way
.
"
He
waved
his
finger
reproachfully
at
Dick
.
"
But
remember
what
George
the
third
said
,
that
if
Grant
was
drunk
he
wished
he
would
bite
the
other
generals
.
"
With
a
last
desperate
glance
at
Rosemary
from
the
golden
corners
of
his
eyes
,
he
went
out
.
To
his
relief
Peterson
was
no
longer
in
the
corridor
.
Feeling
lost
and
homeless
he
went
back
to
ask
Paul
the
name
of
that
boat
.
When
he
had
tottered
out
,
Dick
and
Rosemary
embraced
fleetingly
.
There
was
a
dust
of
Paris
over
both
of
them
through
which
they
scented
each
other
:
the
rubber
guard
on
Dick
’
s
fountain
pen
,
the
faintest
odor
of
warmth
from
Rosemary
’
s
neck
and
shoulders
.
For
another
half
-
minute
Dick
clung
to
the
situation
;
Rosemary
was
first
to
return
to
reality
.
"
I
must
go
,
youngster
,
"
she
said
.
They
blinked
at
each
other
across
a
widening
space
,
and
Rosemary
made
an
exit
that
she
had
learned
young
,
and
on
which
no
director
had
ever
tried
to
improve
.
