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They sneaked up on him from the left, as far from the young guy in the trenchcoat as they could. Jeffty had wanted to hearsome program, God knows what it might have been, Grand Central Station, Let’s Pretend, The Land ofthe Lost, God only knows which one it might have been. I couldn’t help noticing her noticing me. Billy did not see the watch rise just so much, out of reach of the mugger.

Here is an extract from a letter I wrote to M. For, in the words of Saul Bellow,“Writers are not necessarily corrupted by money. I was more scared than I’ d ever been, before or since. I pulled into it, and as I negotiated the bumper of the caragainst the high curb, I realized I was being “navigated” from the sidewalk by a little boy of nine or ten.