I kept my mouth shut, but I felt like the only thing keeping my pulse in my mouth was the tight line of my lips. One can hardly think otherwise. No, it's my damn doctor's fault. I finally could think enough to remember that Jean-Claude might be fighting for his life.
I can't ever remember it happening. Why? He shrugged again. He began to lean back and I caught the back of his head with my hand. And the black man punched her in the throat.
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