I remembered the ugly, gibing little message on therefrigerator after my dinner with Mattie and Ki: blue rose liar ha ha. She looked exhausted, hurt, in some fundamental waydiminished. If it's insomnia, I can sympathize, believe me. I figured that she'd probably be pregnantby the time she was twelve, especially given the cool way she waswearing her baseball cap.
And you know, I did start to feel something thenthat wasn't right. He turned her over. Then it began to fade. So far as I knew,neither Jo nor I had been near TR-90 all that summer of '94.
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