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Chapter 9

           Thomassighed."Justgetmesomefood."

           Thekitchenwassmallbuthadeverythingoneneededtomakeaheartymeal.Abigoven,amicrowave,adishwasher,acoupleoftables.Itseemedoldandrun-downbutclean.SeeingtheappliancesandthefamiliarlayoutmadeThomasfeelasifmemoriesreal,solidmemorieswererightontheedgeofhismind.Butagain,theessentialpartsweremissingnames,faces,places,events.Itwasmaddening.

           "Takeaseat,"Chucksaid."I’llgetyousomethingbutIswearthisisthelasttime.JustbegladFrypanisn’taroundhehatesitwhenweraidhisfridge."

           Thomaswasrelievedtheywerealone.AsChuckfumbledaboutwithdishesandthingsfromthefridge,Thomaspulledoutawoodenchairfromasmallplastictableandsatdown."Thisiscrazy.Howcanthisbeforreal?Somebodysentushere.Somebodyevil."

           Chuckpaused."Quitcomplaining.Justacceptitanddon’tthinkaboutit."

           "Yeah,right."Thomaslookedoutawindow.Thisseemedagoodtimetobringuponeofthemillionquestionsbouncingthroughhisbrain."Sowheredoestheelectricitycomefrom?"

           "Whocares?I’lltakeit."

           Whatasurprise,Thomasthought.Noanswer.

           Chuckbroughttwoplateswithsandwichesandcarrotsovertothetable.Thebreadwasthickandwhite,thecarrotsasparkling,brightorange.Thomas’sstomachbeggedhimtohurry;hepickeduphissandwichandstarteddevouringit.

           "Oh,man,"hemumbledwithafullmouth."Atleastthefoodisgood."

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