The fact was, she was a heavy sleeper, I’d seen it myself the previous night. And she was in the habit of wrapping the pillow about her head, which would have further blunted any sound. And that door—Jesus Christ.
I wandered back into the living room and turned off the radio, to conserve the batteries. It would just have to wait until morning, like digging the key out of the corpse’s pocket. The fact was—everything was going to be all right. And with that I found another bottle of liquor—Jeppson’s Malört, whatever the f**k that was—and settled in on the couch; after which the grandfather clock struck 8 and what looked a plesiosaur, only huge, like a small whale, leapt from the ocean—to snatch one of the pterodactyls from the orange-painted rocks.
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“What, you’ve never wondered if
