It seemed to Rock that if he put his television antenna on top of the Christmas tree, he might get a better picture on at least a few channels. He wondered why he hadn't thought of it before, and then why there was still a Christmas tree in his house. It was late February and, wait a minute, he had lived in this house for thirteen years and had never once put up a tree.
Something or someone at that very minute tipped over a vase on a mantle covered with Christmas decorations. Rock heard the sound and turned to see a candy bowl filled with peppermint sticks and water. He looked around toward nearby workers and asked, "Why is this stuff still up two months after the holidays?"
As was typical for Rock in this sort of circumstance, it didn't seem at all odd that his house had suddenly become a newspaper newsroom.
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