As far as he could recall, she didn't read a newspaper. I borrowed a car from one of the girls. Perhaps I was makinga mountain out of a dust speck, using a manufactured 'illness ofspirit' as a cover for a wound to my professional pride. I don't believe anyone can help me at this point.
Ipretended she was dead because I wanted her dead. She put her can of diet Coke into the Boots bag and rubbed her handdown her hip. She clasped the framed photo to her bosom again, took up her umbrellafrom the back seat of the car, and clambered out. He went back to the bag.
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