The boy Benny was stil in high-school, a gangling youth with heavy glasses who ate with his head hung over his plate and had a rude way of con-tradicting anything anybody said. When I wanted to playScrabble against the computer or do a tourney-level crossword puzzle, Iused the Powerbook and sat at the kitchen table. Around eleven my stomachalerted me to the fact that I'd skipped breakfast. By the time I'd finished dressing, my fresh shirt wasalready feeling wilted under the arms; it was as hot that morning as ithad been for the last week, maybe even hotter.
I had brought it all the way to thedoor of my office, and my office was where I'd work. It helps a lot. The voice says I can. Yes, this was about more than gratitude--I suppose I'd known that evenwhen I was using the word.
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