It rained the next day. Didn’t expect you’d knowabout the safe. “Andy! Andy Sorokin!” It was Sid, big Sid, who had operated the tourist bus dodge on 46th Street an Lance was sure of it.
It left me feeling a bit sick. I blinked at him, fighting to keep the surprise off my face, and I think I succeeded, but I failed on my body language. Harlan proposes the story as an attempt to say “ everything isrelative,” and even the role-bound American milieu of its time cannot hide the irony of its cautious butcarefully sharpened double edge. I did the speaking gig, and Valerie sat in the front row displaying a thoroughly unnerving expanseof leg and thigh.
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