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sensation, remained. He groped his way into the bathroom, using the
walls for support, and peed, holding on to the toilet with one hand.

Flaps rewarded him with a little kiss on the ass.

"Jesus!" he screamed, jumping away and grabbing the. sink for
support. "You really know how to wake a guy up, don't you?"

Flaps grinned and did her little dance.

"Just a minute, all right?" He splashed some water on his face,
brushed his teeth too quickly, and tossed down a couple of vitamin C's
with a glass of very cold water from the tap. He grabbed a bathrobe
from the hook on the door and headed back to the bedroom in search of
slippers. He was navigating better now, but as he proceeded out of the
bedroom and across the living room' he found himself moving slightly
sideways, crablike, in order to maintain his course. Light was
creeping across the valley below the house, across the suburbs of Santa
Fe, but the interior of the house was still dimly lit, and in the
kitchen he turned on the lights, squinting against the glare.

Flaps waited impatiently for him to get coffee started, then watched,
rapt, as he poured her a dish of dry dog food. She ate daintily, as
befitted her gender, while he got an English muffin into the toaster
and rounded up butter and jam. He drank directly from a plastic
container of fresh orange juice and returned it to the refrigerator,
sighing as the sweet juice made its way down.

"Want to go out now? he asked her. To his surprise, she trotted
across the room and scratched on the door that led to the guest wing of
the

"That's not the back door, dummy," he railed at her, shaking his head.
"It's this way, remember? The way out every day of your life?" She
scratched on the guest wing door again. Wolf kept that part of the
house closed and unheated (until a guest arrived. "I think you must be
as hung over as I am this morning." He slapped his thigh and whistled
softly. :. Reluctantly, Flaps followed him to the outside kitchen door
and, when he opened it, bounded outside.::. Wolf left her to roam the
hillside, sniffing for coyote i:. markings among thepifionsand
returned to his breakfast. He ate slowly and with a nearly blank mind.
He did not think of the night before, did sot try to remember what he
drank, did not think of anything much until he remembered that he had
to go to Los Angeles this morning. He looked at the clock on the
microwave: just after seven. He ' calculated the time to the airport,
time for the trip, time for the ride to the office. He'd be in L.A. by
eleven; time for a sandwich at his desk before his meeting at two. It
was Tuesday; he'd get six or seven hours of work in with the editor
today and a full day tomorrow, then on Thursday he and Julia would have
Thanksgiving dinner with their friends the Carmichaels. Flaps, her