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"I BELIEVE it's the first time in a month that I've heard Nona laugh," Stanley Heuston said with a touch of irony -- or was it simply envy?
Nona was still in the whirlpool of her laugh. She struggled to its edge only to be caught back, with retrospective sobs and gasps, into its central coil. "It was too screamingly funny," she flung at them out of the vortex.