It wasn't mine,wasn't Jo's; it was the UFO voice that had narrated my nightmare, theone which 'had driven me on even when I wanted to stop. This one wasn't afraid or even tentative;this one sounded so happy she was almost bubbling over. Holy cow, Earl said just to spite me, and the telephone rang. I knowwe've got stuff to talk about.
She's asweetie, by the way-- Yeah, she is. Now I heard myself emulatingher in a way that was frankly eerie. thing is badlyout of whack when there is such a dichotomy between a person's wakingand sleeping lives. Now, at last, I thought I had a clear picture.
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