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Chapter 9
She was watching for him anxiously as he came back into the living room; he bent to her ear and said, “Nothing.”
“No word yet?”
“No.” He sat down. He leaned towards her. “Probably too soon to expect to hear,” he said.
“Perhaps.” She did not resume her mending.
Joel tried again to read The New Republic. “Does she seem well?”
Good God, Joel said to himself. He leaned towards her, “Well’s can be expected.”
She nodded.
He went back to The New Republic. “Shouldn’t we go up?”
That’s about all it would need, Joel thought, to have to bellow at us. He leaned towards her and put his hand on her arm. “Better not,” he said, “till we know what’s what. Too much to-do.”
“To much what?”
