There was a brief silence. Then Mr. Moran began to speak. Soon Mr. Moran began to shout. Finally Mr. Moran began to scream. Mr. Moran was so enraged he attained a vulgar fluency of expression that neared not just poetry but Homeric verse.
He would never equal it again in his life, although when he sometimes tried and failed, he would remember that conversation with a sad, almost fond nostalgia. She’d brought out the best in him, no denying that.
Also, Anne’s chapter.
He was having a seizure of projectile vomiting. This was not considered a sign of good health in medical circles.