one of the waterglasseswhere the piebald
thing can sometimes be glimpsed. Thereor in a mirroror the
corner of your eye. Always late at night. Always when one is
lostor in painor both. Scott’s old boy. Scott’s long boy.
“Slee…ping.” A weird noise arises from Scott’s decomposing
lungs. She thinks he’s choking and reaches for the call-bell
then observes the mordant shine in his feverish eyes and
realizes he’s either laughing or trying to. “Sleeping on…the
path. Side…high…sky…” His eyes roll up to the ceiling and
she’s sure he’s trying to say that its side is as high as the
sky.
Scott plucks at the oxygen mask on his chest but can’t lift
it. She does it for himplacing it over his mouth and nose.
Scott takes several deep breathsthen signals for her to take
the mask off again. She doesand for a little while―perhaps
as long as a minute―his voice is stronger.
“Went to Boo’ya Moon from the airplane” he says with a kind
of wonder. “Never tried anything like that. Thought I might
fallbut I came out on Sweetheart Hilllike always. Went
again from a stall…airport bathroom. Last time…greenroomjust
before the reading. Still there. Ole Freddy. Still right
there.”
Christhe even has a name for the smucking,
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