21/04/2026 17:49

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I felt a strongurge to knock his waxy beak of a nose off. I may be in town by that point--I won't know untilI talk to Ms. The last she saw of Edwin in the rapidly decreasing patch of light between the floor of the elevator and the ceiling of the vestibule he was shaking his fist at her. Kyra still satwith her back to the dishwasher, weeping hysterically.

Thanks to Pam Dorman for hersympathetic and perceptive reading of the first draft. What do you think he'd do now? He looked at me searchingly. He does, but Debra hears this one may be delayed. Thud-thud from below me, and betweenthe two thuds, I flicked the switch.