‘God damn it,’ she muttered when she dropped her keys into the slush at the front entrance to the six-story building. She yanked off a mitten to g...t the key maneuvered into the lock. ‘Finally,’ she said as we passed through that door, then another, then into an elevator for the trip to the fourth floor. Why are elevators so slow when I want them to go fast? We tumbled through the door, locked it and collapsed onto her low-slung futon bed in a heap of snowy coats, cast-off gloves, damp mufflers. ”Newlander remarked, “We won’t know until we go inside and see, will we?”Each of the double wives and children entered their own suite and saw a small living room, a small dining room, (big enough for their family only), a medium kitchen, three bedrooms, and two bathrooms. There was one bathroom, for the master bedroom, with its large bed, and one for the rest of the house. This is one surprise both families enjoyed.Grojan meantime had gone to the practice cave and saw a smaller range, but. A few blows were landed, so some more points were awarded, but both fighters looked like they were relieved when Big Noise sounded the end of the round. At this point, the score was Brogolak 21, Ursus 31.Both corners were feverishly working over their fighters, trying to bring them back to peak condition. However, both were showing the effects of good living and lack of true exercise, so neither one was really fully ready when Big Noise signaled the start of Round 2.They did come out of their. She is stretched out on her back on the leather examination couch, one leg laid casually over a stirrup that rises up from the end of the table like some grotesque antler. The other leg between it. I put down the cup. I dry my hands. I say a small prayer to the mirror over the wash-hand basin, then I go to the examination table.There should be a sheet of disposable paper over the leather that covers the examination table, but Maggie's not here to put it on. And I don't know where Maggie keeps.