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"
We
aim
to
please
,
"
she
said
with
a
curving
,
slightly
saucy
smile
.
"
Are
you
going
over
to
Jud
's
for
a
beer
?
"
He
shook
his
head
.
"
Not
tonight
.
I
'm
totally
bushed
.
"
"
I
hope
I
had
something
to
do
with
that
.
"
"
I
think
you
did
.
"
"
Then
grab
yourself
a
glass
of
milk
,
Doctor
,
and
let
's
go
to
bed
.
"
He
thought
perhaps
he
would
lie
awake
,
as
he
often
had
when
he
was
interning
,
and
days
that
were
particularly
hairy
would
play
over
and
over
in
his
mind
But
he
slid
smoothly
toward
sleep
,
as
if
on
a
slightly
inclined
,
frictionless
board
.
He
had
read
somewhere
that
it
takes
the
average
human
being
just
seven
minutes
to
turn
off
all
the
switches
and
uncouple
from
the
day
.
Seven
minutes
for
conscious
and
subconscious
to
revolve
,
like
the
trick
wall
in
an
amusement-park
haunted
house
.
Something
a
little
eerie
in
that
.
He
was
almost
there
when
he
heard
Rachel
say
,
as
if
from
a
great
distance
,
"
...
day
after
tomorrow
.
"
"
Ummmmmm
?
"
"
Jolander
.
The
vet
.
He
's
taking
Church
the
day
after
tomorrow
.
"
