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"I'm ill," I said, defeated. The Cravendorfs were due over in about an hour for my birthday feast. "I'm too ill for company." "Hogwash," Margaret said. "I have your suit hanging in the bathroom. It's all ready." I closed my eyes so hard that it hurt.... "Henry! They'll be here in about fifteen minutes. Get out of that bed now," Margaret yelled from the dining room downstairs, between humming what sounded like a funeral march as she set the table. I could hear the clink of the fine china. It had a different tone than the normal plates. I eventually did get up and go into the bathroom. I put on the suit and looked at myself in the mirror. "Just like you've done a thousand times before, I told my reflection," I said. And I sat down on the toilet, lid up, pants on. None of this was real. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/myspace/support