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Show Anting Alone Page 218 with window air conditioners. We could fix one up real nice inside, Sammy. And it's so nice up in Colorado. We could have so much fun! And I could be nearby my big sister and you could still be close by here also and not have to leave all your good friends at college. My recruiter says I got a week to settle my personal affairs. That means you, Sammy! C'mon, get up." She tugged at the covers playfully. "Are you all butt-naked under there, or what?" He said, "Fort Carson's right by Saint Paphnutius, huh? Isn't that where that phantom terrorist/rapist/flasher person is always spotted?" "Yup. That same area. How'd you know that?" "How'd you know? You never read the papers." "Neither do you." "Yeah, but I l i s t e n to Susan Stamberg. How'd you know, Shanny? Your sister didn't t e l l you, did she? Doesn't she s t i l l try to shelter you from ugly shit?" "I seen him myself." Sam tried to keep his big body from lurching forward in a shock of appetite - partly because it hurt to move even a fraction of a centimeter in any direction, and partly because he figured they were still supposed to be a little bit angry and uncommunicative with each other and he wanted to remain inscrutable. But the child's intuition was uncanny. She said, "Yeah, I got personal connections, Sammy! I could introduce him to you. It's like me and him, we know each other; cause we almost touched one time, you know?" "Oh, really?" Sam thoughtfully dabbed some blood out of his belly |