[ It's getting late and so the sun is sitting low in the tops of all the distant trees, the half of it disappearing already over a distant ridge, large and fat like an overripe orange wedge. Martha squints into it through the latticework of her fingers and seems to ignore Agent Cooper's question. The sun seems larger than it did yesterday and maybe that's because it's closer than it was the week before, which means whatever's behind them is even farther and wouldn't that be nice.
Laying the crosswork of her fingers over her face, she concentrates on the dull throb against the back of her eyes. ] You got something for a headache, [ she asks and then realizes it's been how long since she allowed herself to eat. ]
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Laying the crosswork of her fingers over her face, she concentrates on the dull throb against the back of her eyes. ] You got something for a headache, [ she asks and then realizes it's been how long since she allowed herself to eat. ]