“Did you blow a fuse,” Kenny asked me. “I don’t think so.” I leaned over and turned a table lamp on and off with no effect. “I thought we had until the fifteenth,” I said. “What is today?” Kenny asked in his own way of being slightly obtuse. “This is the seventeenth,” I answered, as I looked at the calendar. One of us felt a little embarrassed, and I could tell by Kenny’s smug look…
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