![]() ![]() The Well of Loneliness, by Radclyffe Hall. Patience and Sarah-our old friend-by Isabel Miller. Sappho Was a Right-On Woman, by Abbott and Love. ![]() ![]() I opened the glass doors and read off some of the titles: Female Homosexuality, by Frank S. She was standing beside a double bed, the cat in her arms, looking down at the books in a small glass-fronted bookcase. I went up the narrow stairs and followed her voice into the larger of the two bedrooms. Widmer slept.Īfter Annie had been upstairs for a few minutes, she called to me in a funny voice. I think we still felt it was private that it was okay for us to take over the rest of the house, but not where Ms. It’s funny, since we were practically living in the house by then, but neither of us had yet been up there. Finally Annie said maybe he’d gone upstairs, and she went up to the third floor to look for him. It was nearly the end of vacation-Thursday morning of the second week-that I couldn’t find the orange cat, so when Annie got to the house, we both hunted in all the places we knew he usually hid. ![]()
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