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[...] Margaret Bumbalo had called earlier in the afternoon and invited me over for supper. [...]

I think it was that late morning that Margaret, our neighbor, dropped in late morning to tell us she and Joe would be heading for their cottage, but somewhere I got it in my head that it would be one of those summer weekends when people prowled around—found excuses to go to malls or visit strange towns or just wander the streets or through public buildings—or visit here, if there were any fans in the nearby locality. [...]

[...] Margaret Bumbalo visited her just as I was leaving.

[...] Margaret Bumbalo called, and left supper for me in the mailbox. [...]

(During break we heard an elderly downstairs tenant, Margaret, call her cat, Susy. Jane said this reminded her of a fish; she had the hilarious image of Margaret’s gulping mouth sending her calls out in physical ripples through the air, to envelop Susy and draw her home.

(Margaret Bumbalo and Debbie visited Jane last night; she also called me around 8:30. [...]

[...] As I was taking my nap in 330 this afternoon, Margaret Bumbalo called, inviting me across the street for supper this evening.)

(Margaret Bumbalo called before I left Jane and invited me to supper, but by then I was full. [...]

[...] I didn’t feel like hanging around the house until 9:45 — the service was at 10:00 — so I told Margaret Bumbalo I’d run down to the hospital to see Jane first, then walk over. [...]

[...] It was Margaret Bumbalo, come to visit. [...]

[...] Just before I did Margaret Bumbalo called and invited me for supper. [...]

[...] I met John, Margaret, and others there, and signed a guest book. [...]

[...] I took a shower, ate breakfast and fed the cats, put the trash out to be picked up by the service we subscribe to, and gave both Classie and “Black Dog” — whose name, Margaret Bumbalo told me, is Missy — snacks of dry cat food. [...]

[...] I gave her the hair barrettes, combs and other accoutrements, which I was pleased to see she liked, and she gave me a vest which Debbie had picked up for her, and an umbrella which Margaret Bumbalo had picked up for her. [...]

[...] To Margaret he had pneumonia, because she organizes reality in a certain fashion, and by slightly exaggerating certain data, she then uses it to reinforce certain beliefs. [...]

[...] Margaret Bumbalo told me she and her husband were going up to their cottage on the lake; they asked that I take in their mail.)

[...] We of course realize there might be other connections in the private life of the patient, Miss Margaret M. Bunn. [...]

[...] Peggy’s first name is Margaret, incidentally, rather than Marguerite.

[...] At the bottom corner were four numbers in a row, with other numbers on the top by the patient’s name, Margaret. [...]

[...] Joseph and Margaret Bumbalo had three children, all living away from home. [...]

[...] His mother Margaret retired to Florida after the death of her husband Joe. [...]