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Show Motherlunge a novel 186 Hahahahaha! The helpless mirth went on and on, professionally. Walter closed his eyes. Now he could pick out the voices of the individual laughers. The man with the deep, contagious chortle. The shrieking woman. The high giggler. He pictured them with their heads thrown back and eyes closed, mouths wide, arms thrown across each others' shoulders, sagging with the weight of hilarity, unraveling because of it.... LAUGHTER, Walter thought. That's what the giant cue cards held up to the studio audience would say. APPLAUSE! Laughter. Applause. A show, Walter thought, as he listened for his daughters' voices, it's just a show. And soon it will be over, and then quiet. |