“I am angry. I am upset. My mother dies and I have to deal with these idiots.” “It’s entertainment, Sasha. You know that. We’re going to put on a show for them. Make a good strudel. Then we can be ourselves.” “Well, there have to be rules about this strudel. I’m going to campus. I’m laying down the law. You think I stand a chance of getting through to them?” Bruce paused before he said a word, something uncharacteristic of him. He tilted his head and looked upward. Then and there, he reminded me a bit of Pascha the parrot when someone she liked was approaching her cage. “Not a chance in hell,”
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