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As
he
lifted
her
he
turned
,
and
stepped
out
of
the
window
.
"
You
’
ve
got
to
grow
a
hide
,
"
I
told
myself
.
"
Got
to
.
Its
either
that
or
stay
permanently
drunk
.
Things
like
that
must
be
happening
all
around
.
They
’
ll
go
on
happening
.
You
can
’
t
help
it
.
Suppose
you
’
d
given
them
food
to
keep
them
alive
for
another
few
days
?
What
after
that
?
You
’
ve
got
to
learn
to
take
it
,
and
come
to
terms
with
it
.
There
’
s
nothing
else
but
the
alcoholic
funk
hole
.
If
you
don
’
t
fight
to
live
your
own
life
in
spite
of
it
,
there
won
’
t
be
any
survival
.
.
.
Only
those
who
can
make
their
minds
tough
enough
to
stick
it
are
going
to
get
through
.
.
.
"
It
took
me
longer
than
I
had
expected
to
collect
what
I
wanted
.
Something
like
two
hours
had
passed
before
I
got
back
.
I
dropped
one
or
two
things
from
my
armful
in
negotiating
the
door
.
Josella
’
s
voice
called
,
with
a
trace
of
nervousness
,
from
that
overfeminine
room
.
"
Only
me
,
"
I
reassured
her
as
I
advanced
down
the
passage
with
the
load
.
I
dumped
the
things
in
the
kitchen
and
went
back
for
those
I
’
d
dropped
.
Outside
her
door
I
paused
.
"
You
can
’
t
come
in
.
"
she
said
.
"
That
wasn
’
t
quite
my
intended
angle
,
"
I
protested
.
"
What
I
want
to
know
is
,
can
you
cook
?
"
"
Boiled
-
egg
standard
,
"
said
her
muffled
voice
.
"
I
was
afraid
of
that
.
There
’
s
an
awful
lot
of
things
we
’
re
going
to
have
to
learn
,
"
I
told
her
.
