Her eyelids fluttered with recognition, and she cried out softly. Sir John, by instinct and training, was an unimaginative person. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. “Uh, can you get me a soda or something?” She said, shielding her exposed teeth with her hand. 95 The officer showed her into the sleepy suburban police station, a hub of inactivity on Sunday night except for herself and a slightly drunk woman who had been brought in for DUI.
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