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Nobody spoke.
“And last night—great goodness it was only last night! Just think of that. Less than twenty-four hours ago, that awful phone ringing and we sat in the kitchen together—thinking of his father! We both thought it was his father who was at death’s door. That’s why he went up there. That’s why it happened! And that miserable Ralph was so drunk he couldn’t even be sure of the need. He just had to go in case. Oh, it’s just beyond words!”
She finished her drink and stood up to get more.
“I’ll get it,” Andrew said quickly, and took her glass.
“Not quite so strong,” she said. “Thank you.”
“It’s like a checkerboard,” her father said.
“What is?”
“What you were saying. You think everything bears on one person’s dying, and b’God it’s another who does. One instant you see the black squares against the red and the next you see the red against the black.”
“Yes,” Mary said, somewhat in her mother’s uncertain tone.
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