“That afternoon he called Emily to apologize for running off so abruptly the day before. He got her answering machine, however, so he limited his remarks to a brief apology. He had really wanted to talk to her—he needed to discuss the events of the previous evening with somebody. In the evening he went to his room and sat alone, awake in the gathering dark, listening to the dim voices from Lena’s television, the sound of the master moving through his dreary apartment, closing and opening doors. ...I’m above it all, he thought, and this made him smile, although he wasn’t sure why. He stayed there, his back against the wall, listening and waiting until the whole building was quiet and still. Later he woke up; he was listing sideways, about to hit the floor. He was stiff from sitting. Unable to stand, he crawled to his bed and pulled the blanket over his face, as he had done as a child, gratefully. In the morning, he found Wurlitzer in the theater, crouched over the wind machine for the Tempest Illusion, his head tilted at an angle so that he could scrutinize the control panel with his one good eye.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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