“Pump, pump, per-um-pump, Pum, Pump, Per-um. Vee’s all right. It was about—a question of what I might do or might not do. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay. “I’ve brought you up some dinner, Vee,” she said.
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