22/04/2026 01:05

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I was supposed to wearsomething pretty, too, Kyra insisted. Ah want women, Doc was saying. I shuffled down to the north wing like an old, old man, lookedat my wet clothes, thought about taking them into the laundry room, andthen decided if I bent over that far, my head might explode. I tried not to hold my breath.

A vacation. Why would she? I hardly think she had a premonition of her own death. There have been Merrills on the TR for two hundred years; one diedat Cemetery Ridge. And say--forall I know, she did.