“Well, at least he’ll stop bouncing off the walls, and give us all a break,” said Mayhew cheerfully. “I’ve never seen anybody overrev on that stuff the way he did.” “Oh, was that liquor of yours a stimulant?” asked Elena. “I wondered why he didn’t fall asleep.” “Couldn’t you tell?” chuckled Mayhew. “Not really.” Miles twisted his head to take in Elena’s upside-down worried face, and smile in weak reassurance. Sparkly black-and-purple whirlpools clouded his vision. Mayhew’s laughter faded. “My God,” he said hollowly, “you mean he’s like that all the time?”
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