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Show 281 "I really did, Richie. It was only for a second, but it was all there. I saw the clock and everything." "I mean how could you see them when you weren't even looking at them?" he said. "Be realistic." "I don't know how!" she said. "You know how when you look at a window or something and then shut your eyes you see it like a negative, only in all kinds of different colors? It just sort of floats there in the black? It was like that except it wasn't a negative and I was seeing them all over my body. I mean they were all their real colors and everything. And they weren't exactly floating. I mean they were just there, like I'm looking at them right now. But I saw them, Richard." "Maybe you were fantasizing," he suggested. "What kind of a stupid thing is that? You think I fantasize about clocks and radios?" "No, I mean you already know what those things looked like, and all I mean is maybe they all started running through your head at once." "They did not run through my head and I was not thinking about them. I can't help it. I saw them." Richard had found his defense at last. "Sure," he said, and leaned back on the pillow, grinning. "You give me a pain in the ass!" she said. Lorin realized he had been drying the same meat platter for a long time. His legs felt sweaty and his wool trousers itched more than usual. "You say it's only happened once?" "Yeah. Sometimes I think it's going to again, if you know what I mean, but it never really does. I start to pick up flashes but they never come. That doesn't happen very often anyway. But when you told me that |
