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I stood there a second water dripping into my eyes, and said, What do you mean, Damian's not doing well? Can't you feel it? I thought about it. Why don't we step outside and get some air? I said. Was that a bad thing to say, or a good thing? Did it mean I was getting more comfortable with myself, or that I was falli You needed a wife in that old 1950s sort of way.

Bert said, Mrs. He looked at me, shook his head, and started back toward the dry erase board. He had the same black crew cut that he had always had, small pale eyes, and more muscles than you should need as a dead man. He looked from Nathaniel to Damian, then to me.