She was trying to make out if what he'd said about his father was the truth or a lie. ' Pete gave a somehow nervous laugh. ' 'You think you're in touch with the grayboys. It was the phone he'd had in his childhood room, the one his parents had given him for his birthday.
I know, he replied at last. White stuff — frost crystals, maybe — puffed in through the vent and left a powdery triangular shape on the wall. He spat it out, tried to pull in another breath, and heard the good part of it wheeze out of some new hole instead. Even more important, all the disconnected thoughts and fragmented images had drained out of his mind.
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