Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2006 00:21:27 +0500
Paul thumbed the thickness of the remaining pages in Annies book and thought Ralph Dugan should have checked his horoscope whoops, make that horrorscope - the day he proposed to Annie.
It was obvious that she had moved around a lot, but there was no hint that people in all of Annies hospitals, not just the one in Boulder, had a way of croaking when she was around. Creativity or the lack of it had no bearing on these things; to do them was as foolish as issuing a proclamation revoking the law of gravity or trying to play table-tennis with a brick.
