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Unformatted text preview: e the desk. He took his customary place behind it. He saw Pierce look at the little phonograph, and those long pearls, but they would get to that later on. "Now, I know how bad this is," he said to Ryan. Someone had to start things. "You buried your wife today. And my heart goes out to you. I wish I could let this wait. Everything should be made to wait. But I have to talk about Rowan." "Of course you do," said Ryan immediately. "And we're here to tell you what we know. We don't know much, however." "I see. I can't get a word out of Randall or Lauren. They say, Talk to Ryan, Ryan knows everything, and so I've asked you to come and tell me what has been going on. I've been like a man in a coma. I have to find Rowan. I'm packed and ready to go." Ryan looked amazingly composed, as if he'd thrown an inner switch to Business Mode; there was nothing bitter or resentful in his attitude. Pierce on the other hand was still crushed; he wore a look of inconsol- able grief. It was doubtful...
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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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