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he could divorce his wife? When Mrs. Haig did not (as
that woman at the hospital had put it) know him from
Adam! But that wasn't true. She knew him as well as he
knew her. She felt as he felt. He could see that she did.
What was this new sense he had that he could read
unspoken truth everywhere he looked? It was absurd.
He couldn't see without his glasses. Life wasn't like
being blown across the foredeck of a battle cruiser by
an exploding airplane. At least it was not like that until
the instant when it became like that, when the plane
crashed, or they told you you were dying, or the
woman was raped, or the car hit you, or the baby was
born, or you fell in love. Hours, days, decades passed.
And finally, unable to sleep, he got out of his bed.
By 7:00 A.M., when north of Dingley Falls smoke
of the fire still wisped in clouds against the clouds,
Winslow Abernathy was showered, shaved, and
dressed. By eight he had finished breakfasting with
Prudence Lattice (at her request), had conferred with
Sammy Smalter about Ramona's condition
(unchanged), had called a garage to repair
(unnecessary) and deliver the MG to its owner, and had