He had money to continue the search, andhe would do it without help from things that dragged long, rubbery arms through the dust of fallentemples. I knew itwasn’t a reflex. He looked like he'd swallowed something sour. I’mcoming, Mom; at this rate I’ll be planted very soon.
Something occurred to me. The electric coffeepot was on the sideboard, and he hefted it, shook it tosee if there was enough left from the last brewing. He didn't look particularly happy about it. If you touch me, I said, I'll see if Musette can survive without her heart.
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