Therewas dancing in Dexter Street. I went to dinner with Bob Silverberg and his then-wife Bobbie, andafter dinner we went to a gathering of the old Hydra Club, the legendary writer’ s klatsch. Everything quiet, except for the sound of matrimonial rice being dumped on a connubial tin roof. She laughed very long and very hard, and Idid, too.
Iwalked straight up to it, and fished around in my pocket for that metal card. They are related,see, but not close; something like in-laws once removed. e, and had cables with mittens on the ends instead ofarms, and it rolled on tracks, and it grabbed me. That don’ t mean I don’ t know it.
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