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Monk wakes up from his nap and he hazily sees Dee sitting up in bed and reading his book, "Shooting Elvis."
She puts the book down on her lap and shakes her head, "I thought you were reading the Aeneid."
He buries his head in his pillow, "I am."
She mocks him, "That's funny, I don't see any wandering Trojans in this. Where is all the epic warfare?"
He makes a pile of his pillows and sits up, "Since I am in striking distance of the end, I am allowing myself the indulgence of spending more time with Nina Zero. I am spending my mornings on the last two books of the Aeneid and I will be finished next week."
Dee smiles, flashing her white teeth, shaking her head as if in comic despair, "Whatever! I think you're losing it."
He reaches and takes her hand tenderly in his, "Yes, but I've never been better."
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Monk wakes up from his nap and he hazily sees Dee sitting up in bed and reading his book, "Shooting Elvis."
She puts the book down on her lap and shakes her head, "I thought you were reading the Aeneid."
He buries his head in his pillow, "I am."
She mocks him, "That's funny, I don't see any wandering Trojans in this. Where is all the epic warfare?"
He makes a pile of his pillows and sits up, "Since I am in striking distance of the end, I am allowing myself the indulgence of spending more time with Nina Zero. I am spending my mornings on the last two books of the Aeneid and I will be finished next week."
Dee smiles, flashing her white teeth, shaking her head as if in comic despair, "Whatever! I think you're losing it."
He reaches and takes her hand tenderly in his, "Yes, but I've never been better."
