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Show 244 an essential step." "Hey, but can we go back to that vision?" asked Alice. She had shifted her position in the chair in which she sat curled, and Lorin watched her exposed toes flex against the tweedy arm. Sorenson was clearly flustered, and Lorin was sorry to have gotten things started on the wrong foot. She shifted again and her toes disappeared under a fold of bathrobe, but he imagined them still there, pink, flexing, little white flocks of fresh lint between them. He turned his attention to the white freckled knee just as she noticed it herself and tugged her robe over it. "I mean don't take too long because Richard has to go to work tomorrow, but he doesn't believe me about that's happened to me and I want him to hear." "Happened to you?" asked Sorenson, fearfully. "About the fingers, I mean. Only it was all over." She pointed at Richard. "Only he doesn't believe me, he said I was fantasizing. Listen, I don't fantasize about that." "Alice," he said. "Look, it's only happened once--" "How do you know? Maybe it happens every time and I just don't tell you any more! Maybe it happened tonight!" "Did it happen tonight?" he asked, sitting forward. "No, but if it did I wouldn't tell you." "My wife sees things she's not looking at," Richard explained. "I'm not going to talk to you any more, Richard!" she said. "First you say it's only happened once and then you make it sound like I go around that way!" "Is there anything we can do?" asked Sorenson, and Lorin thought very hard to discover whether something here needed the laying on of hands. "About what?" she asked. |
