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A.R.Yngve
PARRY'S PROTOCOL
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Chapter 33
WESTMOREHAM INSTITUTE
OCTOBER 10
Red-eyed and sunken, Abram was let inside the main building.
Joyce was on her way from a cell that the nurses were going through while serving meal trays from a cart. She waved, smiling warmly, and came to greet him.
"Jetlag?" she asked, one arm's length away; Abram grunted.
"Has Parry received the books I mailed to him?"
Joyce scrutinized the man's crumpled coat and tired face.
"Each time we've opened his cell he's been sitting down, reading. In my journal, I will have to state that his withdrawal from reality has deepened in the last few days. I hope you understand that I have a duty to take note of what I see..."
Abram gave her a quick, wild glance that made her blink and instinctively look down.
He took off his hat and paced toward the basement stairs, saying: "Tell him I want to see him in a few minutes."