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lap. I hand her a glass of water, and she
slurps it down greedily.
“I should really see a doctor about
this lethargy.” She frowns. “I can’t
remember the last time I slept this much.
Not even after Walter died.”
"Ahead of you on that. I called the
doctor, and he should be here in the
morning."
"Oh, that's kind of you. I'm so
lucky to have you here."
