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shoulders.
"Well, this isn't like Beanie. That sounds silly,
considering, doesn't it?" Priss frowned. "And there's the
rain. A car accident?" But she was really not very
hopeful. "Or phone Vassar about this moronic Rage?
Where is Lance?"
"Where else? He's in Forest Hills playing tennis.
There's nothing he can do to help." In fact, Arthur
Abernathy thought there was nothing his twin brother,
Lance, could do to help any situation.
"Really, someone should call Winslow. At least.
Are we just going to sit here and do nothing?"
"Frankly, I'm reluctant to tell Dad," confessed the
son as he sadly wound his pocket watch. "No cause to
upset him needlessly. I mean, I'm sure Mother will have
some—explanation. The problem is, I guess it's all right
if I tell you, Dr. Scaper told me this afternoon to try to
keep sort of an eye on Dad to see that he takes it easy
for a while. He's afraid there might be something the
matter with Dad's heart."
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