From the high-fenced place we raced, having heard once or twice of fireworks. We made it to the sculpted basin made of clay, and by then it was day. We had just sat down at the green-blue reflecting pool and ate a hamburger when I heard an automated voice on my phone that said mum had died in surgery. After some wrinkle in the fabric of time, we saw Renny Bover in the snow. He said he'd be back from Chicago soon. People are better at driving in the snow there.
No one has to know all this, but someone will probably tell.
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