“I was, however, absolutely unwilling to pursue the way in which Hiram Frazier and I were alike. To shake off the gloom, instead, I called Lucinda. The phone rang almost as long as it had when I called Andrews. “Hello?” she finally answered. “I’ve had quite a day already,” I said softly into the phone. “How are you doing?” “Getting ready for the funeral. When are you coming?” There was a rustling sound. “No, you’ll have to meet me there. We’re about to be late.” She’d set herself to a kind of gr...im determination, her best way of handling a funeral for someone she loved. I’d seen the mood before, understood it, accepted it. “I can be there if you want me to,” I said, “but I’d prefer to take a nap.” “Come to the funeral,” she complained. “You’re not old enough to nap in the afternoon.” “Einstein napped in the afternoon,” I offered lamely. “Yes, well,” she chided, “when you come up with your own unified field theory, you can take a nap.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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