“Lee, what’s wrong?” Crissa says, her hand still on the handle of the opened door. He stares at her for a moment, like he can’t even remember who she is, and then he croaks, “Annie. Annie, I need to speak to you.” I get to my feet. Crissa looks from him to me and says, simply and with dignity, “Of course.” He seems vaguely consternated as she leaves us, as though he hadn’t meant his last demand to come out as a request for her to leave so much as a summons for me. But he’s too distracted to bother correcting it, so he allows Crissa to sweep past him and then he steps into the room. Crissa
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