Bruno
The bed is turned down.
Annie has folded my robe into a swan. I stand in the doorway of my own stateroom and look at a bird
made of terrycloth while I listen to the sound of the helicopter fade away, and I can’t make myself walk
into the room.
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Bruno
The bed is turned down.
Annie has folded my robe into a swan. I stand in the doorway of my own stateroom and look at a bird
made of terrycloth while I listen to the sound of the helicopter fade away, and I can’t make myself walk
into the room.