( Jill? ) ( Now!!! ) Michael lifted his new water brother, wafted her in and placed her gently on the bed. I could phone him, if you insist. But I am never trying to hide it from him in a private language, nor am I seeking the praise of other writers for 'technique' or other balderdash. He was coming home bereft o everything, even his hyena, and his memories of the grandeurs he had seen were scarred by the losses he had sustained.
He said, You drink. Mike took the confusion gravely, without apparent upset; Jill was holding his hand and her touch reassured him. But then Vera took him aside for a confidential assessment. Of course, out of so many when-wheres He shrugged.
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