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The Way BackChapter 27
On Sunday morning I was reading the paper when the phone rang. It was Keith. "Have you read my report?" he asked, getting straight to the point. I suddenly remembered. "Damn, Keith, I saw it and meant to read it later. Then I forgot. My short term memory still plays up, not very often but enough." "Well, could you read it now? Shall I come round: I'm in the area? Then we can talk." "Is it bad, Keith?" "That's the point, I don't know. It's puzzling." "What's new? OK, come...