Not so much as a single page. One of them was examining the belt and pointed out to the other the place where it had been resewed. I tried to cough itout, then retched and went under with my stomach still trying to heaveand my fingers still looking for the knotted place above the knee. John stopped laughing in a hurry.
A lie, butin what seemed to me to be a good cause. I looked at theground-sheet again, first passing a hand over its rumpled topography,then pulling it back down and resecuring the elasticized corners. Or perhaps it wasn't so eerie, at that--the comingstorms had been well forecast. Maybe she'd been wrong from the start to want every-thing so justright and beautiful.
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