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One hot evening, they carried him onto the roof, and he could look out over the top of the town. She said, “I know what it’s like to be dead.” A pause. “Of course, what I am saying now is from a Beatles song.”
This was a man she loved with a violent love, and she spent much of her time thinking about his wife. “Amelia needs to go away, George. The sooner the better. Look at you, crippled by her poisonings, nearly deaf, NEARLY DEAF, I said, and still you refuse to divorce her. What is the dang dealio, Delbert? Your death wish starting to jones on you?”
“Sharlene, I understood nearly none of that. Is it a code? Why did you think I was deaf? I said WHY DID YOU THINK I WAS DEAF?”
“Not deaf, you ninny. DEAD! She’s left you nearly dead. Thank god you’re rich.”
“Yes...”
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