Pierre Auguste Renoir After The Bath painting

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away from each other unbloodied.This morning, in the hallway outside the kitchen, when Fric had almost told Mr. Truman about the mirror man and Moloch and all of it, he had come perilously close to being considered as crazy as Barbra Streisand’s two-headed cat. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.His mother had once been committed to a booby hatch the tea room, in the room, Fric kept reminding himself, “Sandwiches, sandwiches,” because he worried that when he finally encountered a maid or porter, he would become tongue-tied and forget what lie he had meant to tell.By nature, he was not a good liar. In a time and place where you needed to lie merely to pass for normal, in a place and time when he needed to lie to survive, being a lousy liar could get him killed.“ Sandwiches, sandwiches.”He was a moronically bad liar..They would think, Like mother, like son.His mother had been released after ten days.If Fric started talking about mirror men, they would never let him out. Not in ten days, not in ten years.Worse, if he were in the booby hatch, Moloch would know exactly where to find him. There was no place to hide in a padded cell.Carrying the picnic hamper as if he were on an Easter-egg hunt, stealthily collecting quake lights in a back staircase, in a back hall, in