............ Uncle Roger ............

Uncle Roger handed me the chip. I grasped it
tentatively. He reached down, picked up the soap
and put it in his pocket.
I heard footsteps in the corridor.
"Let's talk somewhere else," I said.

"How about in here," he said,
stepping into one of the toilet stalls.

a glass of 
wine................................................... the blue notebook



Uncle Roger File 2: The Blue Notebook by Judy Malloy
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