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• 1to have a good idea of time, was employed to strike the
• 2time the Joshua tree was a tiny sapling, it had been so
• 3afterward, we ate green grapes for breakfast, lunch, and
• 4floor. Dad steered the Blue Goose through the dark, driving
• 5his face. A bank of yellow fog instantly enveloped him,
• 6a fair, and I'd won a helicopter ride. I was thrilled.
• 7Dad got into an argument with the doctor. It started because
• 8　　* * *All this running around and moving was temporary,
• 9either a watch or a clock; and an old man who was supposed
• 10　　A parachute dive. Without a parachute, he always
• 11　　Dad jumped in after her. No way in hell, he'd say,
• 12North Star. Those shining stars, he liked to point out,
• 13with stating that they were poor natives of the place,
• 14of them had ever made him weak in the knees. Mom was different.
• 15sculptures, silk screens, and wood blocks. She didn't have
• 16same after Mary Charlene died. He started having dark moods,
• 17man more common interests than the cultured guests of Bwana
• 18worth the drive back to retrieve me; that, like Quixote
• 19but the minute you stare them down, they turn tail and
• 20because he was so handsome or because he called people.
• 21He ducked rapidly, almost touching the muddy water with
• 22pack, she would buy me another. That was the thing about
• 23of them had ever made him weak in the knees. Mom was different.
• 24their way across the desert. Once the wind started whipping
• 25indigo came next in value; then capsicum, old clothes,
• 26beaten down by the whipping wind that, rather than trying
• 27and cut off from the real life of the city, so we found
• 28Dad explained. He had a plan. He was going to find gold.
• 29the catacombs. Max glanced at the white face of Helen Cumberly,
• 30she went on. It was a disgusting low-class habit, and the
• 31can make it on her own, Dad said. She's like my brave
• 32me the story about the time Lori got stung by a poisonous
• 33at our arrival, and said one to the other, “This is the
• 34would say something about selfish old crones with more
• 35talk a blue streak, spinning tales of jobs he'd never had
• 36face. One night a policeman tapped on our window and said
• 37was the especial pride and joy of My Dear and Meriem. The
• 38she said. It immunized your body and your soul, and that
• 39scaly creatures such as Gila monsters and scorpions, and
• 40we could always get another cat, and now Quixote was going
• 41On went the Eurasian, up to her waist in the flood, with
• 42on the wall. We didn't have a TV at home, so I watched
• 43Mom says I'm mature for my age, I told them. and she
• 44　　I was scraping the dried blood off my legs when I
• 45In the morning I asked a young Indian, who was wet to the
• 46thrived there. She knew how to get by on next to nothing.
• 47his family, and you couldn't do that in the military. In
• 48her figure and her skin, which was dark from the Arizona
• 49a quiet old man, who, in his appearance and manner of life,
• 50pretend they were talking to each other in cheeping voices.