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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