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7.

Ray spent Saturday morning avoiding the notes for his manuscript, although he kept an eye on them while he coaxed the remaining pieces of glass from the muntins of the broken picture window. Alex Yeager was probably right, it was going to be impossible to find someone to reglaze a window with a curved pane, never mind the problem of removing the window and transporting it; it was much too big to put in the trunk of his car, and the master glazier, if he existed, would no doubt reside on an organic farm in Upstate New York or a houseboat in Bar Harbor.

As he passed the fainting room on his way to empty the wastebasket of glass bits, he could hear the sound of someone typing on his old manual Underwood. The muffled snap of the keys made a comforting sound, like the first kernels of popcorn popping on a stove. Ray tapped on the door and heard in response the hasty unrolling of paper from the typewriter carriage. Then Ingrid called, “Come in!”