She removed the belt and drew down his zipper. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. His idea was to get behind this sustained listlessness. “Call me Cathy, John. If not, I have plenty to think about,” she answered, leaning back in her chair, and watching the smoke from her own cigarette curl upwards. ” “You weren’t rude,” she said.
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