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Show 308 I am stunned. How can she simply ignore this dire threat to her safety, to our safety? "What?" I am asking her. "No, no, you don't understand. You're in danger. They're listening to everything!" "Suzanne," she is saying and her voice is sounding sleepy, "do you really think you could hear anything on my telephone line when you're not on the telephone with me?" I am squinting to even see this thread of logic, a logic normally so intricately woven into my personality. "What if you're in danger?" I am saying. "I don't think I am, from what you're telling me." She is waiting for me to say something. "Are you sure you will be OK?" I am asking. "I'm certain of it. You go back to sleep and call me tomorrow." "And," sounding more awake, she suddenly interrupts my wanting to believe her with an imperative, "do not take that new medicine again. You hear me? Do not take it again." |