Sheila’s own waif of a husband had objected to her airing the truth, he had even gotten the nerve to bring up the word divorce. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. \" She opened the front door with her keys, stepping inside. After a while he spoke again. He fended these things off from him with the rump of his fourth piece of cake. —There, Mr. Perhaps these few words were the first real conscious words he had uttered in days.
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