″Then he started pestering the police,″ Nino went on, nervously massaging his brow.
He asked them to look for you — made a proper nuisance of himself, apparently. Next thing we knew, they'd put him in a sort of mental hospital.
That's all I can tell you.″Hell and damnation!″ someone else bellowed.
Is this a fastfood joint or a dentist's waiting room? What are you doing, holding a family reunion?″
″Yes, kind of,″ Nino said, apologetically. ″Is he still there?″ asked Momo.
Nino shook his head. ″I don't think so. I'm told they pronounced him harmless and let him go.″
″So where is he now?″ ″I've no idea, Momo, honestly I haven't. Now please be a good girl and move on.″
Again Momo was jostled past the cash desk by the people behind her, and again she waited for a place at one of the toadstool tables.
She polished off her second trayful of food with a good deal less gusto than the first,
but food was food, and she wouldn't have dreamed of leaving any.
She still had to find out what had become of the children who used to keep her company.
There was nothing for it but to stand in line once more, shuffle past the glass cases
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