Leaving Small’s Hotel, Chapter 29 continues: THAT EVENING, I read episode twenty-nine of Dead Air, “Bedroom Suits,” to an audience that was not, even though water was still being rationed and we had no working washing machines, noticeably more odoriferous than any of the audiences for any of my previous readings.
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Leaving Small’s Hotel, Chapter 29 continues: THAT EVENING, I read episode twenty-nine of Dead Air, “Bedroom Suits,” to an audience that was not, even though water was still being rationed and we had no working washing machines, noticeably more odoriferous than any of the audiences for any of my previous readings.