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Show Woodworth/160 Ned, who never complained. Megan doesn't say anything. "Well, what's up?" she asks finally. "Well, fuck. I was going to ask you the same thing." There is something in Megan's tone that she can't decifer. So she decides to pretend she didn't hear it. "The usual. Work. Play. I'm thinking of quitting my job for a little while, and then going back and trying to find something full-time." "Have you been home lately?" Megan interrupts. "Urn, not in. I was out there the weekend before last. For most of Sunday-" - "I just got a call from Mom," Megan interrupts again. "Yeah, well, you know Mom. When she wants to talk to you, the time of day doesn't make the slightest bit of difference." "Well, that's ok," Megan says. "I had just gotten in. For all I know, she'd been trying to call me all weekend. But she didn't make one bit of sense during the entire conversation." "Typical." Marty drops down on the sofa and begins to rub her body. She can see in the apartment across the alley that • her neighbor is raiding the refrigerator. She turns to talk to someone who is hidden by the frame of the window. "No, really. She sounded really out of it." "She was drunk, Megan. You should certainly be able to recognize the symptoms by now." In spite of her flippance, fear begins to grab her. As if the nightmare is returning. "I know. And I kn,ow she'd been drinking. I could even tell that she was still drinking. But she kept talking about all this old stuff. It was like she didn't even know what year it was, or who she was talking to. She did at first, but then she started saving things like she was sorry that she had spanked |