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Unformatted text preview: ntment on Ryan. "Gifford's clothes. What she was wearing when she died?" "Goddamnit," Ryan whispered. He picked up the phone. He reached his secretary downtown within seconds. "Caria," he said, "Ryan here. Call the coroner in Walton County, Florida. Call the funeral parlor. What happened to Gifford's clothes? I have to have them." He put down the phone. "Is there anything else?" he asked. "I'd like to go to the office. I have work to do. I have to go home early. My children need me. Alicia has been hospitalized. She needs me. I need to be alone for a while. I need to... I need to grieve for my wife. Pierce, I'd like it if we left now. If you came with me." All this was too hurried. "Yes, Dad, but I want to know about Mother's clothes." "What in God's name has this to do with Giffbrd!" Ryan demanded. "God, have you all lost your minds." "Just want to know," said Pierce. "You know . ....
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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