She lay face down on the bed listening to their grave voices. Danvers,she was only a bag of bones in an old book, and the voice knew it. I thought of Bill Dean saying, Rump-wrangler. This picturewas so clear and so terrible that I covered my eyes, dropping the phonebook on the table.
Even cans with snap-down lids won't always do that; if thecoons are hungry enough, they somehow manage the lids with their cleverlittle hands. It ain't nuthin but a round-and-round/ I lay back down and pulled thesheet over my face in a childish act of denial. Still teasing. I keep a steno pad handy fornotes--character lists, page references, date chronologies--and Idoodled in there a little bit, but the sheet of paper in the IBMremained blank.
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