Yvette talked me into it. Behind it was another narrow corridor--more woodenwalls and the sweet smell of pine. Theyard-guy--Sanborn--shoved me aide and dived. The rain stopped.
I had never expected to take him up onthat, and didn't--not in the elemental cry-for-help way he might havebeen thinking about--but I phoned him every couple of weeks or so. Hedidn't come all the way across the country 'cause he wanted a vacation. In that instant I was sure it would be theshroud-thing, an insane revenant in my wife's decaying body, Give m But there was no one there.
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