"Of course I do," Noble said, a little gruff — but the whole interlude had stuck with him too much for him to forget any of it. Ford had been gone for a few days and Noble had been — sort of quietly a wreck the whole time, and then he'd almost killed Mrs. Crouch, and then he'd poisoned himself, and then he had very nearly come close to doing something he couldn't undo with Daffy the other day. All of this was to say that March had been a mess and Ford going briefly missing had really just been the start of it.

He looked expectantly at his brother. That couldn't be it, there had to be more to this.

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