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Sunday morning Jack came downstairs dressed and shaved, in his stocking feet, carrying his shoes, to avoid waking his father. Half an hour later she heard her father stirring, and she took him his tray of coffee and applesauce and buttered toast and the aspirin tablets with a glass of water. At the end of so much effort, the neck seemed frail, but the head was still lifted up, and the ears stood there, still shaped for attention, soft as they were.\n Even his father patted his shoulder tentatively, shy and cautious.
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