Irealized that the line between what I knew was real and what I knew wasonly my imagination had pretty much disappeared. I unwrapped thepackage, opened the plain white box inside, revealed a square pad ofcotton, lifted it out. No, I thought, probably not long. And then I spoke the line I'd beenholding in my head ever since I got up to pour the champagne.
A man stepped on her foot. Party 'til we puke. I have to go. Mattie's shocked expression made herlook twelve again.
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