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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 138 "I wish she was still alive," says Remy. "I wish she was, too." I hug them all goodnight. In some matters of great importance there are no right words. Ten P.M. There is a full moon. Somewhere far down the block a dog barks. A television newscaster reports in a monotone: "A nine-year veteran police officer, near death Friday from self-inflicted gunshot wounds to the head, is considered by police as a prime suspect in more than thirty rapes, robberies and assults since last August. The officer was in critical condition at Mount Carmel Mercy Hospital after putting his revolver to his head and pulling the trigger as two officers approached to question him. . . "A bomb blew out the lavatory of a Phillippine jetliner flying at 24,000 feet Friday, and the man who had apparently carried the explosive aboard was blown out of the plane, aviation officials reported. . . "Stocks were higher Friday, in response to favorable economic reports. Trading was moderate. The Dow Jones industrial average down a point at the outset, was ahead 5.72 points. . . "Fair and chilly Friday night and mostly sunny Saturday." And so on. . .and so on. The dog barks again. "So it goes." |