73 < 10 > AT HOME, 1982 Lucy woke up the next morning with Shari’s slow sonorous breathing only a few feet away. Not like my father. He jumped back, cursing. V. He reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor, where he lay very still. His glasses were gone. D'ye hear.
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