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I’d go into the bathroom of our home office, turn the light on, and start the noisy fan so I’d miss the screech of tires and the impact that I was terrified was coming. Then I’d hear him stroll back in.  He once said, smiling, that he thought I’d like him best wrapped in cotton wool and kept in a drawer.  In my defense (thin, but true), Simon had a terrible cardiac record and had been in…