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"
Of
course
I
do
.
"
"
Our
cook
at
home
taught
it
to
me
:
"
A
woman
never
knows
What
a
good
man
she
’
s
got
Till
after
she
turns
him
down
.
.
.
"
"
You
like
it
?
"
She
smiled
at
him
,
making
sure
that
the
smile
gathered
up
everything
inside
her
and
directed
it
toward
him
,
making
him
a
profound
promise
of
herself
for
so
little
,
for
the
beat
of
a
response
,
the
assurance
of
a
complimentary
vibration
in
him
.
Minute
by
minute
the
sweetness
drained
down
into
her
out
of
the
willow
trees
,
out
of
the
dark
world
.
She
stood
up
too
,
and
stumbling
over
the
phonograph
,
was
momentarily
against
him
,
leaning
into
the
hollow
of
his
rounded
shoulder
.
"
I
’
ve
got
one
more
record
,
"
she
said
.
"
—
Have
you
heard
‘
So
Long
,
Letty
’
?
I
suppose
you
have
.
"
"
Honestly
,
you
don
’
t
understand
—
I
haven
’
t
heard
a
thing
.
"
