They crossed to Seventeenth Street, known as the Wall Street of theWest, the home of Denver's large banks and brokerage firms. She was tense and wary when they arrived at the house. At last, capturing the clasp between her hands, she drew it shut by main force, pinching a finger, cold and blue, in the frame, as she managed to fasten the wooden hasp. Laura stayed home in theevenings and practised typing on the printed chart that stood in for atypewriter.
She hadn't slept with the Judge since the night her car broke down infront of Eulalie's house, and she'd come to the door to ask about aphone. Her heart was pounding. His eyes left the road foran instant to rest on Laura. We couldn't even stay to sit shivah for Papa.
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