I am in preparation for Lisa’s funeral. Of course it is not Lisa who has died, but I am going for her. I am deadly afraid of her seeing me there, and her whispering to me in a hush, “You never should have come!” And I will look her earnestly in her reddened eyes, and say, “I came for you, Dr. McKernan.” And she will say, “Come for me at school
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