Rogette raised herhands, tottered, tried to turn. I fell asleep almost at once. Rogette would come in the BMW they'd bought or leased, and Kiwould be sitting out on the steps waiting for her. I havea clear memory of that, and of how hot the sun was, beating down on myneck, and the sharpness of our shadows on the asphalt.
, I wanted to say. Stuff me with leaves untilI looked like a Christmas decoration. Here's Mattie. The duvet had beenthrown back onto the floor.
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