"How's your dad?" she asked. "Mom says he's okay," Liz said. "They've got him doped up. I get to see him tomorrow. His ear is goners." "Like van Gogh," Lucinda said. "Van Gogh cut his off. He was a great artist." "My dad's not a great artist." "Maybe," Lucinda said. "Maybe he will be. He's still alive -- he could be anything."
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