When the Night is New - Marvin Rabinovitch (top business books of all time .TXT) 📗

the world. The young Russian, cadaverous as a walking skeleton and troll-ugly, embodied more than his fair share of human benevolence, and she was grateful.

“You’re a good man, Pavel,” she murmured. “Just a little too skinny.”

“That’s why you love me,” he laughed, and gently closed the door, though leaving it ajar.

Though her children and grandchildren were infrequent visitors, she could always count on Pavel. Poor malnourished man! Poor thin boy!

The tiny phone of memory inside her brain rang, and she lifted the receiver.

“Pavel, the thin man,” a disembodied voice, not her own, perhaps Yashe’s, sounded in her inner ear.

“William Powell,” she cried silently. The thin man.

Exultant at the ultimate success of her hunt, she closed her eyes and hugged her prey close. William Powell and Myrna Loy. At the other end of the line, Yashe celebrated her joy.

Ill be seeing you
In every lovely, summers day,
And everything that’s bright and gay,
Ill always think of you that way;
Ill find you in the morning sun,
And when the night is new,
Ill be looking at the moon,
But Ill be seeing you.


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