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alk. “Keep walking” she said. “Don’t thinkjust walk.”
They got in the car. Michael clenched his f sts until they screamed with pain.
“I don’t know what he said to you” Denise told him“but I can make a
pretty good guess. The guy is a cracker asshole and you have to not let him
control the level of the discourse. Michael. Look at me.”
Slowlypainfullyhe made his head turn until he was looking at her. Every
muscle in his body was rigid.
“When I f rst came down here from New YorkI nearly gave myself an
ulcer. It took me a while to f gure out that there is power in walking away. You
have to not let them make the rules.”
He looked at his hands and willed them to open. Eventually they did.
“We need to go to Ruth’s hotel room” Michael said.
Denise cocked her head.
“I think—I hope—my father’s ashes are still there.”
Denise smiled. “That’s my boy.”
Michael couldn’t shake the idea that Ruth had second-guessed him
and dispatched her cousin Greg to intercept them. He left Denise in her car
with the engine running and sprinted upstairshis key card in hand.
The ashes were there. Michael grabbed them and got a Ginsu knife from
the kitchenette. He took the stairs downtwo at a timeand arriv [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]

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