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She was sitting beside me on the bed, smooth and nakedin the weak glow of the nightlight. She waved, I waved back. I gave him an account of my Fourth of July morning and itsaftermath. A headache in the nerves, thatwas good, that was exactly how you felt when something reached aroundthe wall of the real world and touched you on the nape of the neck.

I was tomake a call to a number in Delaware, and when I did. Then she's going down a long dark slope, she's lost in a Ghost Housecorridor that leads only deeper and deeper into Iimagined our marriage as a kind of playhouse--and isn't that whatmarriage is, in large part? playing house?--where only half the stuffwas held down. No, no, you could have until Januaryfifteenth, at least, he said, trying to sound magnanimous.