' Bosch drank some water from a paper cup the marshal had filled for him earlier. nd use a bedpan, which he hated doing in front of the nurses—friends of Mother’s who had come to help. 'I didn't know, Sylvia,' he said. It also had been printed in the same oddly slanted block script.
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