"Peter, that is absurd," I respond vociferously. "That's ridiculous. Why should those of us who have done our homework be penalized?"
It seems that my outburst brings him back to reality.
I take the scenic route home, meandering along the lonesome roads of Fitchburg. I browse through the record bins at Half Price Books where I locate a clean (or so it looks) copy of Elephant Mountain.
The evening is very slow, and once I get home JoAnna's still out at volleyball. I read a couple dozen pages of Rabbit at Rest.
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