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Singer
76 days with Miles
The living room was full of people. Most had coffee mugs in hand, the rest had vodka, and a few were mixing the two. Derrie drink of crisis; nearly everyone was related to Jake by blood.
(“Who are all these people?” Singer had heard Dad ask, standing defensively in a corner of the dining room.
“This is what I’ve been saying. How could she recover in this chaos?”
But Dad had only said, “They seem to really like her, Viv.”)
“Stop.” Cathy’s sharp tone cut through the babble.
The assorted masses (his parents no longer among them) stopped.
“Lisa is a healthy young woman at the prime of her physical strength. If she’s outside, she will be cold. She will not die of hypothermia, Frankie, so stop saying that.”
“Yes, Aunt Cathy,” Frankie muttered.
“So we’ve ru
