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Show 182 "It will be a good experience," was all Hunt could say. That night, Hunt wandered off, pillow in hand, for the foldaway in Leah's study. "Where're you going?" Leah's voice, groggy, asked. "Letting you sleep," Hunt said. "I was_ sleeping." Leah inclined herself. "Well, I'm trying ..." "What?" "Well, possibly I was restless. --I don't think I should necessarily need you." "Hunt - what are you . . .?" "I'm fine. Go back to sleep." "You 'need' me?" "If I do, I shouldn't." "What should you do?" " I t doesn't . . . " "What should you do?" "Not need." "I see." "Need asylittle as possible." "And is that why you're sacrificing your son?" "... Back to sleep," Hunt offered again, in fragment. And he wandered off with his pillow into the shadowed house. |
