She had gone into Morgan's one afternoon for a bag of salt. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter.
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