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“What do you do, Mrs. Ryan?” Mrs. Huntley asked. These people looked as if they spent most of their time inspecting the leather bindings on their books. What could she say, that if she had a big winner in the ninth she was going to buy a microwave? “I manage my investments.” Joanna looked over at her mother as she said this and smiled. Dinner proceeded with bursts of conversation, then silence. Thelma lost track of exactly how many glasses of wine she had drunk, but still felt that she … Continue reading →