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May 29, 2008
Epilogue to the Terrifying Glimpse

Things are completely quiet downstairs now. One of them must have moved out. Which one?

At three in the morning I'm awakened by voices. At first I thought they were talking, but then I realize I'm hearing their television. It's a warm night, the windows are open, and I can hear it clearly. The financial news... high prices “at the pump”... stocks are down.

Hearing them fighting made me sad, but hearing one of them watching the news at 3:00 a.m. is worse. I put in my earplugs and try to go back to sleep.