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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: fire, Dad. And get something from the dining room. Oh, I don't
know. To drink, you know. Something----"
Then Old Man Hatton stood over her, holding a small glass to her
lips. Tessie drank it obediently, made a wry little face,
coughed, wiped her eyes, and sat up. She looked from one to the
other, like a trapped little animal. She put a hand to her
tousled head.
"That's all right," Angie Hatton assured her. "You can fix it
after a while."
There they were, the three of them: Old Man Hatton with his back
to the fire, looking benignly down upon her; Angie seated, with
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