Three voices were better than one, and four better than three, but two was harder to figure, it could be a sublime blend, had in fact been exactly that in the early days, but then Rebecca began to drink too much, and her voice slid down into a lower register, and meanwhile Harriet was struggling with a nervous condition that pushed her voice uncomfortably up, especially when she was feeling excitable, which was pretty much all the time since Albert had decided he was confined to a wheelchair, the doctor disagreed, insisted that Albert could walk just as well as the doctor, could run even, the doctor had competed in a recent 5K and finished in the top twenty percent in his age bracket, “without even training,” he said, “I meant to but then my mother-in-law came to live with us and, you know,” but Albert didn’t know, and neither did Harriet when he passed along the doctor’s wise words, didn’t know at all, and could only squeak.
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