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Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. She found pieces of it on the blacktop near the green dumpster, amazingly small pieces considering the fabric’s original heft. For it was but logical that she would seek a divorce on the ground that she had unknowingly married a fugitive from justice. “Hey, John. "You are an angel," she cried, with a look beaming with delight. It was a sickening process, and the sucking sound was sure to wake up Ray’s mother. They drove rapidly through the emptying streets.
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