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I stood there for a moment, handscrossed over my chest as I crossed them at my desk when I was stuck fora word or a phrase, then took off stirr and put on haunt, makinghaunted. I focused my mind as best I could. Mon livre est tout fini. One verse went:It ain't nuthin but a barn-dance sugar It ain't nuthin but around-and-round Let me kiss you on your sweet lips sugar You the goodthing that I Jund.

Had I met him? Yes, I said, remembering how Max Devote had run hiswheelchair at me. John Storrow was beside her, wearing jeans and apolo shirt, his red hair mostly corralled by a Mets cap. Pierpont Morgan sat playing solitaire in his-244-back office on Wal Street, smoking twenty black cigars a day, cursing the fol ies of democracy. Naw, they got a room for ladies .