We’ll be somewhere on the floor above. The flush deck was without wells. Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. Stanley was inclined to think the censorship should be extended to the supply of what he styled latter-day fiction; good wholesome stories were being ousted, he said, by “vicious, corrupting stuff” that “left a bad taste in the mouth. She answered weakly, “I’m fine, John.
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