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father called it, for some story element or character that she had wanted to add to her movie after Ghost Dad signed up based on a script without the two-headed cat.He thought the two-headed cat was a totally crazy idea, and Ms. had been released after ten days.If Fric started talking about mirror men, they would never let him out. Not in ten days, not in ten years.Worse, if he were in the booby hatch, Moloch would know exactly where to find him. There was no place to hide in a padded cell.Carrying the picnic hamper as if he were on an Easter-egg hunt, stealthily collecting quake lights in a back staircase, in a back hall, in the tea room, in the room, Fric kept reminding himself, “Sandwiches, sandwiches,” because he worried that when he finally encountered Streisand thought that it would win the picture a shitload of Oscars. So they agreed to disagree, kissed, hugged, swapped praise, and backed away from each other unbloodied.This morning, in the hallway outside the kitchen, when Fric had almost told Mr. Truman about the mirror man and Moloch and all of it, he had come perilously close to being considered as crazy as Barbra Streisand’s two-headed cat. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.His mother had once been committed to a booby hatch.They would think, Like mother, like son.His mother
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