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Not then, not later. Fred was asleep in the truck rol ed up in a blanket on-391-top of the sacking when he got back. I looked up and saw I was in my own living room, threading my waycarefully around the furniture as you do in the dark, trying like hellnot to stub your stupid toe. I never expectedto--believing, I suppose, that such experiences are unique to children,people with malaria, or maybe those suffering catastrophic mentalbreakdowns.

You should find them both over there. I stood facing west for alittle while, bent over with my hands on my knees, dripping on theboards. I understand that, she said. I just wanted to take a look at you, good-by.