Virginia did something with her glass, rattling the ice. “Once at Krotz Springs I told Tim he looked a great deal like a great big John Garfield, and I don’t think he ever will get over it. Now he even gets into his undershirts like John Garfield. He even sweats like John Garfield, with a nice photogenic shine.” She giggled.
“Garfield’s dead,” Nick said.
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