“What was it you saw,” the girl said, “when you looked at Dr. Glaub, there at the table?” Jack said, “Nothing.” “You’d rather not say about that, either.” “That’s right.” “Do you think if you tell me things will get worse?” “It’s not things; it’s me.” “Maybe it is the things,” Doreen said. “Maybe there is something in your vision, however distorted and garbled it’s become. I don’t know. I used to try like hell to comprehend what it was Clay—my brother—saw and heard. He couldn’t say. I know that his world was absolutely different from the rest of ours in the family. He killed himself, like
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