He remembered a job he had once held as agarage mechanic, but that seemed a very long time ago. It was all vague feelings and imperfect images. Then I asked him a few innocuous questions, like where did he come from, and what was his impressionof where he was now. ” I couldn’t look at him.
As if they wereimbedded in amber. You better sleep. “ We have to makesure, you know how it is: somebody didn’ t fool the slot, you know, maybe it’ s outta whack or something,you know. He feels the need to do something, to make herpay for her terrible deed, to get even.
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