21/01/2026 15:50

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Guilt, relief, horror, even hilarity--I heard all thosethings in her crying. I poured a glass of champagne, let the foam settle, then picked it up. I'll have totell him sooner or later, anyway. I'll carry.

but she'd gone onasking just the same. If the front of my Kenmore wasgoing to become a Ouija board, I'd need a good supply of letters. In the time between now and whenever the Outsiderremembers me and decides to come back, there must be other things to do,things that mean more than those shadows. If undisturbed, I might havegone on writing until I simply melted into a sweaty pile of goo on thedeck.