"Each day I forgot to tell her he couldn’t see in the dark like a cat and each night I remembered, with increasing urgency. What if this continued for years and I never told her? My body was so tired that it often floated next to me or above me, and I had to reel it in like a kite. Finally one night I wrote 'He can’t see in the dark' on a slip of paper and put it by her sleeping face."

—The First Bad Man, page 219

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