Fred is angry. His five heart beats race at odd intervals. Rarely does he take the proper time. "Death will come to those who think too long and hard." There is no cause for his sudden rage, although any number of things can be attributed to it.
Fred feels justified. His wife will understand.
Oliva can't remember things now. The daylight shifts her approach. Wandering without purpose, she moves silently. "I hope there's enough dinner for everyone. I like dogs. Will I ever see a baby goat that can whisper?" She doesn't remember that Fred is sensitive about his third heart and hates when she mentions it around the dinner table. "Show them again, Fred. Look through the glass cylinder, everyone. You can see the valve pure as the crippled virgin." He's afraid, but reluctant to share.
Sudden changes are looming.
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