{"product_id":"2940013086463","title":"Molly Make-Believe","description":"MOLLY MAKE-BELIEVE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe morning was as dark and cold as city snow could make it--a dingy\u003cbr\u003ewhirl at the window; a smoky gust through the fireplace; a shadow\u003cbr\u003eblack as a bear's cave under the table. Nothing in all the cavernous\u003cbr\u003eroom, loomed really warm or familiar except a glass of stale water,\u003cbr\u003eand a vapid, half-eaten grape-fruit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePacked into his pudgy pillows like a fragile piece of china instead of\u003cbr\u003ea human being Carl Stanton lay and cursed the brutal Northern winter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBetween his sturdy, restive shoulders the rheumatism snarled and\u003cbr\u003eclawed like some utterly frenzied animal trying to gnaw-gnaw-gnaw its\u003cbr\u003eway out. Along the tortured hollow of his back a red-hot plaster fumed\u003cbr\u003eand mulled and sucked at the pain like a hideously poisoned fang\u003cbr\u003etrying to gnaw-gnaw-gnaw its way in. Worse than this; every four or\u003cbr\u003efive minutes an agony as miserably comic as a crashing blow on one's\u003cbr\u003ecrazy bone went jarring and shuddering through his whole abnormally\u003cbr\u003evibrant system.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn Stanton's swollen fingers Cornelia's large, crisp letter rustled\u003cbr\u003enot softly like a lady's skirts but bleakly as an ice-storm in\u003cbr\u003eDecember woods.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCornelia's whole angular handwriting, in fact, was not at all unlike a\u003cbr\u003ethicket of twigs stripped from root to branch of every possible\u003cbr\u003esoftening leaf.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     \"DEAR CARL\" crackled the letter, \"In spite of your\u003cbr\u003e     unpleasant tantrum yesterday, because I would not kiss you\u003cbr\u003e     good-by in the presence of my mother, I am good-natured\u003cbr\u003e     enough you see to write you a good-by letter after all. But\u003cbr\u003e     I certainly will not promise to write you daily, so kindly\u003cbr\u003e     do not tease me any more about it. In the first place, you\u003cbr\u003e     understand that I greatly dislike letter-writing. In the\u003cbr\u003e     second place you know Jacksonville quite as well as I do, so\u003cbr\u003e     there is no use whatsoever in wasting either my time or\u003cbr\u003e     yours in purely geographical descriptions. And in the third\u003cbr\u003e     place, you ought to be bright enough to comprehend by this\u003cbr\u003e     time just what I think about 'love-letters' anyway. I have\u003cbr\u003e     told you once that I love you, and that ought to be enough.\u003cbr\u003e     People like myself do not change. I may not talk quite as\u003cbr\u003e     much as other people, but when I once say a thing I mean it!\u003cbr\u003e     You will never have cause, I assure you, to worry about my\u003cbr\u003e     fidelity.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47068711387376,"sku":"2940013086463","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013086463_p0.jpg?v=1763576266","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013086463","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}