[Aunt Nel? He winces, debating whether anything having to do with Tony is worth sitting up for or not. In the end he relents, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and moving up right, a bitter feeling in his stomach.]
All right. I'm up. [Maybe someday the answer to that question will be no.] What is it?
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All right. I'm up. [Maybe someday the answer to that question will be no.] What is it?