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           Heintendedwritingadissentingletterthisverynight,provingthatthewriter’smaincontentionswerespecious,hiscaseexamplesself-serving,hisresearchalmostcriminallysloppy.Inshort,Louiswaslookingforwardwithhighgoodhumortoblowingthestupidfuckrightoffthemap.HewashuntingaroundinthestudybookcaseforhiscopyofTroutman’sTreatmentofWoundswhenRachelcamehalfwaydownthestairs.

           "Comingup,Louis?"

           "I’llbeawhile."Heglancedupather."Everythingallright?"

           "They’redeepasleep,bothofthem."

           Louislookedatherclosely."Them,yeah.You’renot."

           "I’mfine.Beenreading."

           "You’reokay?Really?"

           "Yes,"shesaidandsmiled."Iloveyou,Louis."

           "Loveyoutoo,babe."Heglancedatthebookcase,andtherewasTroutman,rightwherehehadbeenallalong.Louisputhishandonthetextbook.

           "ChurchbroughtaratintothehousewhileyouandEllieweregone,"shesaidandtriedtosmile."Yuck,whatamess."

           "Jeez,Rachel,I’msorry."Hehopedhedidnotsoundasguiltyas,atthatmoment,hefelt."Itwasbad?"

           Rachelsatdownonthestairs.Inherpinkflannelnightgown,herfacecleanedofmakeupandherforeheadshining,herhairtiedbackintoashortponytailwitharubberband,shelookedlikeachild.

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