I need more pages.
This would never have happened if hadn't chosen to murder The Thick Book. The Thick Book would still be alive and well beside my bed - eternally waiting to serve me.
I think I have to get up and go down to my office to tear at the carcass again.
Not only am I not tired enough for sleep but I am intrigued by what has been said about Hal's tennis talent - after his mental episode:
"I'd only seen him play. On court he's gorgeous. Possibly a genius...We were watching ballet out there..."
Down the stairs I go...
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