Pierre Auguste Renoir A Girl with a Watering Can painting

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thought about the heavy breather. Even if the boy was the type to invent little dramas to focus attention on himself, which he was [308] not, this seemed a pale invention, not worth the effort of a lie. When kids made up stuff, they tended toward flamboyant details.After taking the aspirin, Ethan went to the phone and picked up the handset. A light appeared at the first of his two private lines.The house phones doubled as an intercom system. If he pressed the button in the gut and died, then you got up and went on, and life threw more crap at you, and you were run down in traffic and died again, and when you just tried, for God’s sake, to get on with crap at you, so it shouldn’t be a surprise that eventually all this strenuous activity gave you the appetite of an Olympic power lifter.marked INTERCOM and then the button for Fric’s line, he would be able to speak directly to the boy in his room.He didn’t know what he would say or why he felt that he ought to seek out Fric at this late hour rather than in the morning. He stared at the boy’s line. He put one finger on the button, but hesitated to press it.The kid was most likely asleep by now. If not asleep, he ought to be.Ethan racked the handset.He went to the refrigerator. Earlier, he had not been able to eat. The events of the day had left him with a stomach clenched as tight as a fist. For a while, all he’d wanted was good Scotch. Now, unexpectedly, the thought of a ham sandwich made his mouth water.You got up every day, hoping for the best, but life threw crap at you, and you were shot