E. This time they would call it murder. He heard Rollo's stump beat a gentle tattoo on the floor. He would stare at her intensely when he was certain his parents were not looking in his direction. Every now and then her general presence became radiantly dazzling in his eyes; she would appear in the street coming toward him, a surprise, so fine and smiling and welcoming was she, so expanded and illuminated and living, in contrast with his mere expectation. So if they decided to watch television, there would be problems getting him out of the house, she would have to strangle him with piano wire, there was possibly of a struggle. “Where are they?” She looked around. Sydney was strumming over a new song which stood upon the piano.
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