This didn'texactly convulse me with mirth, but it did provide the key for solvingone of the day's mysteries: why the name Devore had seemed not justfamiliar but evocative. Maria beckoned to him from the door in back. Toward The Street. She had closed up thestore and was standing on the pavement outside with some bundles, the two cats in a basket, and Antonio and her mother, each wrapped in a blanket.
This was happening right now, so hurr-ay, hurr-ay,burr-ay. I remember thinking that it probably blew bubbles out of itsspout-hole, and I even remember having a momentary glimmer of an idea--achildren's story about a spouting whale. Nowhe's ready to go. The sun was goingdown, and the lake itself had become a still and heatless plate of fire.
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