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message the last two mornings? Why can't

I remember?

I can smell the food cooking in the

oven. "The casserole, it's in the oven." I

say, motioning in the direction of the

kitchen but not having the energy or

inclination to stand. "Could you turn it

down?" I ask these strangers. Detective

Willis stands and leaves the room. I turn

my attention to his partner.