“Not a bad idea,” John said. “I have to go back to New York for the weekend—I’m leaving après Osgood—but maybe I’ll show up on Tuesday. I might even bring my glove.” He began clearing up our litter, and once again I thought he looked both prissy and endearing at the same time, like Stan Laurel wearing an apron. Mattie eased him aside and took over.
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