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307crawl out, he must have been snagged tighter and dragged back in as an electric lead coiled around his legs, holding him tight as the flames reached out to him and roasted him alive.%u201d Jasmine told him. %u201cI know it was Henry. He probably got drunk and carried out his threat.%u201d%u201cWere you insured?%u201d Ken asked her.She nodded. But only for rebuilding not for accommodation in the meantime or loss of income from my business.%u201cYou can stay at my house until its rebuilt,%u201d Keith said. %u201cCome on. There%u2019s nothing more we can do here. We can come in the morning when everything has cooled down.%u201dThey were at his house in the living room. He fetched wine and glasses, poured out drinks and sat with her. %u201cI assume everything you owned was in your flat?%u201d He asked.She nodded. %u201cIts not enough to trouble me. I collect little baggage. The insurance will cover the limited contents.%u201dShe sipped her wine.%u201cIn the funeral basement, my Edit... in my hallucination... suggested she had been having sex with the head of the school.%u201d Ken told her. %u201cOh. I see. But I don%u2019t think you should much faith in what our minds dream up, do you?%u201d%u201cI dreamt she suggested something similar in my dream at your flat.%u201d He shared with her.%u201cBut is it not just the same kind of thing? Our minds betray us all the time.%u201d She said, trying to put such notions out of his head. %u201cIf you can%u2019t see it as just that, imagination, then maybe at the funeral, you could pull him aside and broach the subject with him. Does it anger you?%u201dThe Devil Drops By