The Ballad of the Sad Café-3
til it midnig t ill sat on ttom steps, bent over miserably ing on ood s, one foot resting on tep of tairs. S for a long time. en seen in slig appears to be bot last s;I dont kno;
quot;Im Lymon illis,quot; said the hunchback.
quot;ell, come on in,quot; s;Some supper in tove and you can eat.quot;
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quot;Sit do; said Miss Amelia. quot;Ill just warm up ws ;
It oget nig grudge of potatoes. Miss Amelia ate slo able, bent over te, and braced on t smelled food in montear crept do a little leftover tear and meant not all. table rimmed, burning blue at ting a c in tcen e carefully bread, and t syrup over t t e. ilted back ig, and felt t arm beneatsleeves -- an unconscious took table and jerked oaircase as an invitation for to folloer her.
Above tore t tremely clean. And noaking up y little ranger, come from God knoeps at a time, t made on taircase , ted sore of town.
t morning oenants ting out tobacco plants. to t blue so out early rees ligheir blossoms.
Miss Amelia came do about daly set about er in t to see about y, planted ton, up near t to tore in t. But no one as yet and till no one range guest. A fe Miss Amelias moter -- but to ringer. As for t it rumped-up business. And to surely s of ter feeding to o tore. Miss Amelia o