Neighbors

My neighbor down the street, a Mrs. Reese, phoned this morning and commiserated with me about the attempted break-in and police visit, the refugee situation, and other knotty problems. She said a neighbor up the street had called and told her about it; that was probably Dine (I forget her last name). So you see, I do know some of my neighbors' names. I had met Mrs. R. before, some five or ten years ago, when the postal person delivered some of my mail to her address, and she brought it to me.

She called me Joan, but that's all right. I answer to anything that starts with a Jo, except Johnson.

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This is what I'm reading now. I've often said that this is the best novel ever written. I've said the same thing about two or three other books. TOAFK may not be such great literature as The Brothers Karamazov, The Catcher in the Rye, or To Kill a Mockingbird, but it's certainly more entertaining. Longer, too.

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I cried and screamed (silently) all through The Sword in the Stone.