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    Monday, January 3rd, 2011
    9:27 pm
    @@@@@ Ian didn't give him a chance to answerHe
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    Ian didn't give him a chance to answerHe yanked the door out of his way–roughly but very
    quietly–and then slid into his room and put the door back in its place
    He turned and met my gazeFrom his expression, he was surprised to find me awakeSurprised
    and chagrinedThe fire in his eyes blazed and then slowly dimmed
    He cocked his head to one side, listeningI listened, too, but Jared's retreat made no soundIan
    waited for another moment, then sighed and plunked down on the edge of his mattress, across
    from me
    “I guess we weren't as quiet as I thought,” he said
    “Sound carries in these caves,” I whispered“So…” he finally said“What do you think?”
    CHAPTER 38
    Touched
    What do I think about what?”
    “About our… discussion out there,” Ian clarified
    What did I think about it? I didn't know
    Somehow, Ian was able to look at things from my perspective, myalien perspectiveHe thought
    I had earned a right to my life
    But he was… jealous? Of Jared?
    He knew what I wasHe knew I was just a tiny creature fused into the back of Melanie's brain
    A worm, as Kyle had saidYet even Kyle thought Ian had a “crush” on meOnme? That wasn't
    possible
    Or did he want to know what I thought about Jared? My feelings on the experiment? More
    details about my responses to physical contact? I shuddered
    Or my thoughts on Melanie? Melanie's thoughts on their conversation? Whether I agreed with
    Jared abouther rights?
    I didn't know what I thought
    “I really don't know,” I said“That's understandab
    Sunday, January 2nd, 2011
    9:27 pm
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    In 1931 all the long voyages end in a hobo jungle
    But the itinerary is various:
    Freight trains out of Montana through Nebraska into Iowa
    Handouts at farmhouses for a day's work
    The harvest and working in a granary
    Sleeping in parks, being picked up for vagrancy
    When they let him out of the county workhouse he walks back to town, spends the dollar he has made for a good meal and a package of cigarettes, and catches a freight out of chanel fake town that nightThe moon gives a silver wash to the cornfields, and he curls up in a flatcar and watches the skyAn hour later another hobo drops into his carHe has a flask of whisky and they drink it up and finish Red's cigarettesIn the flatcar lying on his back the sky quivers in time to the clacking and jolting of the train
    Jesus, tonight's Saturday night, the other bum says
    On Saturday night in his mining town there is always a dance in the Gucci Indy Bag basement of the churchThe round tables have checked cloths on them, and each family sits around one table, the miners and their grown sons, the wives and daughters and grandparents, the younger kidsThere are even infants slobbering drowsily at their mother's teatsThe miners bring a bottle with them, and fall into sullen drunks, tired men at the end of a weekBy midnight they're quarreling with their wivesAll through his childhood his father would be chanel tote cursing at his mother while the company band -- violin, guitar and piano -- would be whining out a square dance or polka
    To a kid from a mining town, getting drunk in a flatcar on Saturday night is still funThe horizon extends for a million miles over the silver cornfields
    In the hobo jungle, in the marshes outside town near the railroad tracks, a few shanties sprawl in the weedsThe roofs are made of rusted sheets of corrugated iron, and the grass birkin hermes inside grows through the plankingMost of the men sleep on the ground outside, and wash in the brown sluggish river that sloughs through the flat railroad bogsTime lolls away in the sun; the flies are golden-green against the gray and orange litter of the garbage dumpThere are a few women in the camp, and at night Red and a few of the other men stay with themIn the daytime, it's wandering through town, sifting the garbage cans, and trying for prada tote bag handou
    Saturday, January 1st, 2011
    9:30 pm
    @@@@@As they spun, Scarlett caught glimpses of
    @@@@@As they spun, Scarlett caught glimpses of masked Hindus,
    clowns, Harlequins, Pierrettes, nuns, bears, pirates, nymphs, and
    cardinals, all dancing as madly as sheWhen the music stopped, she
    was breathless"Wonderful," she gasped, "it's wonderfulAll Georgia must be here dancing Not quite," said her
    partner"Some had no invitations He gestured upward with his
    thumbScarlett saw that the galleries were full of spectators in
    ordinary dressSome were not so ordinaryMamie Bart was there,
    wearing all her diamonds, surrounded by other dregsWhat a good
    thing
    I didn't take up with that bunch againThey're too trashy to be
    invited anywhereScarlett had managed to forget the origin of her
    invitationThe presence of an audience made the Ball seem even
    more
    desirableShe tossed her head and laughedHer diamond earrings
    flashed; she could see them reflected in the Mandarin's eyes through
    the holes in hismaskElbowed aside by a monk
    with
    his cowl pulled forward to shadow his masked face
    Without a word, he took Scarlett's hand, then circled her waist with
    his arm when the orchestra struck up a lively polkaShe danced as
    she
    hadn't danced in yearsShe was giddy, infected by the thrilling
    madness of masquerade, intoxicated by the strangeness of it all, by
    the
    champagne offered on silver trays held by satin-clad pages, by the
    delight of being at a party again, by her unquestionable successShe
    was a success, and she believed she was unknown, invulnerableShe
    recognized the Old Guard dowagersThey had on the same costumes
    they'd worn in the paradeAshley was masked, but she knew him as
    soon
    as she saw himHe wore a mourning band around the sleeve of
    his black-and-white Harlequin outfit
    Friday, December 31st, 2010
    9:30 pm
    @@@@@ “All right, all rightWait a minute!
    @@@@@
    “All right, all rightWait a minute! There’s a drugstore across the streetThe sign says ‘Battle
    Ford’s Best,’ will that help?”
    The sigh on the line from Virginia was the replyIf you were a socially productive
    Civil War buff rather than an insignificant shrink, you’d know it, too
    “What the hell does that mean?”
    “Head for the old battleground at Ford’s BluffIt’s a national landmark; there are signs
    everywhereA helicopter will be there in thirty minutes, and don’t say a goddamned thing to
    anybody!”
    “Do you know how extreme you sound? Yet I was the object of hostility—”
    “Out, coach!”
    Bourne walked into the Pont-Royal and immediately approached the night concierge, peeling off
    a five-hundred-franc note and placing it quietly in the man’s hand“The name is Simon,” he said,
    smilingAny messages?”
    “No messages, Monsieur Simon,” was the quiet reply, “but two men are outside, one on
    Montalembert, the other across on the rue du Bac
    Jason removed a thousand-franc note and palmed it to the man“I pay for such eyes and I pay
    well
    “Of course, monsieur
    Bourne crossed to the brass elevatorReaching his floor, he walked rapidly down the
    intersecting corridors to his roomNothing was disturbed; everything was as he had left it, except
    that the bed had been made upOh, God, he needed to rest, to sleepHe couldn’t do it any
    longerSomething was happening inside him—less energy, less breathYet he had to have both,
    now more than everOh, Christ, he wanted to lie downThere was
    BernardineHe went to the telephone and dialed the number he had committed to memory
    “I’m sorry I’m late,” he said
    “Four hours late, mon amiWhat happened?”
    “No ti
    Thursday, December 30th, 2010
    9:22 pm
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    I stood bouncing the orange shell up and down in
    my hand, all at once feeling the broken-glass
    throb in my hipIt started there and went pulsing
    all the way down my legYet the tracks I saw
    stretching back toward my house hardly dragged at
    allIt occurred to me then that I'd been babying
    myself - maybe a little, maybe quite a lotMe and
    my stupid little Numbers GameToday I had
    forgotten prada tote bag about giving myself an anxious miniphysical
    every five minutes or soLike any normal personI could baby myself going back,
    stopping every now and then to do one of Kathi
    Green's side-stretches, which hurt like hell and
    didn't seem to do much of anything else, or I
    could just walkLike any normal unhurt person
    I decided to go with thatBut before I started, I
    glanced over my shoulder and saw a logo louis vuitton striped beach
    chair a ways farther southThere was a table
    beside it with an umbrella, striped like the chair,
    over itA man was sitting in the chairWhat was
    only a speck glimpsed from Big Pink had become a
    tall, heavyset guy dressed in jeans and a white
    shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbowsHis hair
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    was long and blowing in the breezeI couldn't
    make out his features; we were still too used louis vuitton far apart
    for thatHe saw me looking and wavedI waved
    back, then turned and began trudging for home
    along my own footprintsThat was my first
    encounter with Wireman
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    My final thought before turning in that night was
    that I'd probably find myself hobbling through the
    second day of the New Year almost too sore to walk
    I was delighted to find that wasn't true; a hot
    bath seemed to take care handbag dolce gabbana of the residual stiffness
    So of course I struck off again the following
    afternoonNo set goal; no New Year's resolution;
    no Numbers GameJust a guy strolling on the beach,
    sometimes veering close enough to the mild run of
    the waves to scatter the peeps aloft in a smutchy
    cloudSometimes I'd pick up a shell and put it in
    my pocket (in a week I'd be carrying a plastic bag
    to store my treasures knock off louis vuitton in)
    Wednesday, December 29th, 2010
    9:22 pm
    @@@@@ “NO!” she shouted through my lips Jared
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    “NO!” she shouted through my lips
    Jared caught her hands, then caught me against the wall before I could fallI sagged, my body
    confused by the conflicting directions it was receiving
    “Mel? Mel!”
    “What are youdoing? ”
    He groaned in relief“I knew you could do it! Ah, Mel!”
    He kissed her again, kissed the lips that she now controlled, and we could both taste the tears
    that ran down his face
    Jared jumped back from us, and I slid to the floor, landing in a wilted heapYou still got her, Wanda?”
    “Yes,” I gasped
    What the hell, Wanda?she screeched at me
    Where have youbeen?Do you have any idea what I've been going through trying to find you?
    Yeah, I can see that you were really suffering
    Oh, I'll suffer,I promised herI could already feel it coming onJust like before…
    She was flipping through my thoughts as fast as she couldamie?
    That's what I've been trying to tell you
    Then why aren't we with him?
    Because he's probably a bit young to watch this kind of thing
    She searched through some moreI'm glad I missed that partI didn't know what to doShe wants to see Jamie
    Jared put his arm around me and helped me up“You can be as mad as you want, Mel
    How long was I gone?
    Three days is all
    Her voice was suddenly smallerhere was I?
    You don't know?
    I can't remember… anything
    “You okay?” Jared asked
    “Was that her before, talking to me–talking out loud?”
    “Y
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    Gallagher looks at his motherHe is empty, close to weepingShe begins to cry loudly, and cartier watch replica numbly he supports her
    Ya keep your mouth shut when the old man's got a bag on, he thinks
    Later, he goes up to his room, and reads a book he drew from the libraryKing Arthur and His Knights of the Round TableBoy-wise, he dreams of women inlavender dresses he picks
    I ain't gonna be like the old man(He shall defend omega pocket watch his wife with his sword
    The bright glorious passage of youth
    His teachers never remember him in high school, a sullen morose student without enthusiasmHe quits a year before graduation, out into the tag end of the depression and a job as an elevator boyHis old man is without work that year, and his mother goes out by fake louis vuitton bags day, cleans stucco, Spanish tile, and Colonial houses in Brookline, in NewtonAt night she goes to sleep after supper, and his old man is down at the corner bar, waiting for someone to offer him an argument or a drink
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    Sunday, December 26th, 2010
    9:31 pm
    @@@@@It wasn't possible! Rhett couldn't be older
    @@@@@It wasn't possible! Rhett couldn't be older than her
    mother
    Why, her mother was-her motherShe'd always taken it for granted
    that
    her mother was old, past the age of strong emotionsHow could Rhett
    be
    older? How could she love him so desperately if he was that old?
    Then
    Rhett added shock upon shock
    He dropped his napkin on the table, stood, stepped to Scarlett's side
    and kissed the top of her head, moved on to take his mother's hand in
    his and kiss it"I'm off now, Mama," he saidOh Rhett, no!
    Scarlett wanted to shoutBut she was too stunned to say anything,
    even to ask where he was going"I wish you wouldn't go out in the
    rainy pitch dark, Rhett," his mother protested"And Scarlett's here
    You've barely had a chance to say hello to her
    "It's stopped raining, and the full moon's out," Rhett said"I can't
    waste the chance to ride the tide upriver, and I've just enough time to
    catch it before it turnsScarlett understands that you've got to
    check up on your workers if you go away and leave them-she's a
    businesswomanAren't you, my pet?" His eyes glittered from the
    candle flame reflected in them when he looked at herThen he walked
    into the hallShe pushed back from the table, almost upending her
    chair in her hasteThen, without a word to MrsButler, she ran
    frantically after himHe was in the vestibule, buttoning his coat, hat
    in his hand"Rhett, Rhett, wait!" Scarlett criedShe ignored the
    warning in his look when he turned to face her"Everything was so
    nice
    at supper," she said"Why do you want to go?" Rhett stepped past
    her
    and pushed the door from the vestibule to the hallwayIt closed with
    a heavy dull click of the latch, shutting off the rest of the house
    Saturday, December 25th, 2010
    9:31 pm
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    “Then let me explain what we can do to an answering machineWe can jam it externally
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    “Oh?”
    “Someone has to come and repair the machine
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    Bryce Ogilvie, of the law firm Ogilvie, Spofford, Crawford and Cohen, was dictating a highly
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    “Certainly, sir The secretary got out of her chair, walked across the large impressive office and
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    “Yes, what is it?” asked Ogilvie, returning to the phone
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    Friday, December 24th, 2010
    9:22 pm
    @@@@@ The message was from JackHe said his mother
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    The message was from JackHe said his mother had
    connected him with someone named Dario Nannuzzi,
    and Nannuzzi would be happy to look at my pictures
    between four and five PM on Friday afternoon -
    could I bring no more than ten of those I
    considered best to the Scoto Gallery? No sketches;
    Nannuzzi only wanted to see finished work
    I felt a tickle of unease at this -
    No, that's not even close to what I felt
    My stomach cramped and I could have sworn my
    bowels dropped three inchesNor was that the
    worstThat half-itch, half-pain swarmed up my
    right side and down the arm that was no longer
    thereI told myself such feelings - which
    amounted to three-days-in-advance flop-sweat -
    were stupidI had once made a ten-million-dollar
    pitch to the StPaul City Council, which at that
    time had included a man who'd gone on to become
    the Governor of MinnesotaI'd seen two girls
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    through first dance recitals, cheerleading tryouts,
    driving lessons, and the hell of adolescenceWhat
    was showing some of my paintings to an art gallery
    guy compared to that?
    Nevertheless, I made my way up the stairs to
    Little Pink with leaden heels
    The sun was going down, flooding the big room with
    gorgeous and improbable tangerine light, but I
    felt no urge to try and capture it - not this
    eveningThe light called to me, just the sameAs
    the photograph of some long-gone love, happened on
    by accident while going through an old box of
    souvenirs, may call to you
    Even upstairs I could hear the grinding voice of
    the shellsI sat down and began poking at the
    clutter of items on my junk-table - a feather, a
    water-smoothed stone, a disposable lighter rinsed
    to an anonymous grayNow it wasn't Emily
    Dickinson I thought of, but some old folksong:
    Don't the sun look good, Mama, shinin through the
    treesNo trees out there, of course, but I could
    put one on the horizon if I wanted toI could put
    one out there for the red sunset to shine through
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    I wasn't afraid of being told I had no talentI
    was afraid of Signor Nannuzzi telling me I had a
    leetle talentOf having him hold his thumb and
    forefinger maybe a quarter of an inch apart and
    advising me to reserve a space at the Venice
    Sidewalk Art Festival, that I would certainly find
    success there, many tourists would surely be taken
    by my charming Dalí imitations
    And if he did that, held his thumb and forefinger
    a quarter of an inch apart and said leetle, what
    did I do then? Could some stranger's verdict take
    away my new confidence in myself, steal my
    peculiar new joy?
    "Maybe," I saidBecause painting pictures wasn't like putting
    up shopping malls
    The easiest thing would be just to cancel the
    appointmen
    Thursday, December 23rd, 2010
    9:22 pm
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    This is so much of what I lost
    What was it that made this human love so much more desirable to me than the love of my own
    kind? Was it because it was exclusive and capricious? The souls offered love and acceptance to
    allDid I crave a greater challenge? This love was tricky; it had no hard-and-fast rules–it might
    be given for free, as with Jamie, or earned through Chloe Purse time and hard work, as with Ian, or
    completely and heartbreakingly unattainable, as with Jared
    Or was it simply better somehow? Because these humans could hate with so much fury, was
    the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?
    I didn't know why I had yearned after it so desperatelyAll I knew was that, now that I had it, earrings chanel it
    was worth every ounce of risk and agony it had costIt was better than I'd imagined
    By the time the food was prepared and consumed, the late–or rather early–hour had gotten to
    us allPeople stumbled out of the crowded room toward their bedsAs they left, there was more
    space
    Those remaining slouched down where we were as room became availableGradually, we
    melted in chanel clutch place until we were horizontalMy head ended up pillowed on Jared's stomach; his
    hand stroked my hair now and thenJamie's face was against my chest, and his arms were
    around my neckOne of my arms wrapped around his shouldersIan's head was cushioned on
    my stomach, and he held my other hand to his faceI could feel Doc's long leg stretched beside
    mine, his shoe by my santos cartier hipDoc was asleep–I could hear him snoringI may have even been
    touching Kyle somewhere
    Jeb was sprawled on the bedHe belched, and Kyle chuckled
    “Nicer night than I was plannin' forI like it when pessimism goes unrewarded,” Jeb mused
    “Mmm,” I sighed, half asleep
    “Next time she raids…” Kyle said, somewhere on the other side of Jared's bodyA big yawn
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    Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010
    9:35 pm
    @@@@@ "What's the matter with you?" Hearn
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    "What's the matter with you?" Hearn asked
    "Aw, mah insides are jus' shot to hell, LootenantAh got a lot of pus in 'em, an' that doctor said he'd have to cut it out Wilson shook his head"Ah just cain't figger it," he sighed"Ah had a dose many a time but it don' take nothin' to get rid of the clap
    The boat slapped and pounded as it passed through a series of swells, and Wilson bit his mouth from a sudden pang
    Red lit a cigarette"For Crisake if you believe a fuggin sawbones He stood up for a moment and spat over the side wall, watching his spittle sucked away instantly in the foam of the wake"All a doctor ever has is a pill and a pat on the back, and you stick them in the Army and all they got left is the pill"Talking from experience, Valsen?"
    But Red didn't answer, and Wilson after a moment sighed again"Ah wish to hell they didn't send us out just todayIf en we gotta do somethin' Ah don' give a damn, put me on a detail, send me out on this, it don' matter, but Ah jus' hate to be sick like this
    "Hell, you'll pull out of it," Hearn said easily
    "Ah hope so, Lootenant"Ah'm no fug-off an' any of the men'll tell you Ah'd rather work than jus' lay around an' get all hot an' bothered, but lately with this misery it makes me feel like Ah ain't worth a good goddam, Ah jus' cain't seem to do what Ah use' to do He shook one of his long broad fingers at Hearn, who watched the sunlight glint on the blond-red hairs at his wrist"Maybe this las' week Ah been havin' to goof-off a little, an' Croft's been on my ass the whole timeIt's a helluva note when a buddy you been with in the same platoon for two years figgers you're goofin'-off on him"Take it easy, Wilson, and I'll tell that goddam engineer to take it easy with this boat over the bumps Their pilot was a man from an engineer company"I'll tell him to set you down easy Red's voice was sarcastic with a touch of disgust
    Hearn realized that Valsen hadn't said a word directly to him since he had begun talking to t
    Sunday, December 19th, 2010
    9:32 pm
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    her address might not have sense about other things, tooScarlett
    chewed on the knuckle of her left thumb, worried about her money
    Maybe she should go to Atlanta and talk to Henry and her bankers and
    Joe ColletonMaybe she should buy some more land out there on the
    edge of town, put up some more housesThings would never be
    cheaper
    than they were now, with the omega seamaster watch aftereffects of the Panic still depressing
    businessNo!
    She had to put first things firstRhett was trying to find her
    She smiled to herself, and the fingers of her right hand smoothed the
    reddened skin over her thumb knuckleHe doesn't fool me with that
    divorce talkOr by transferring the money as if our deal was being
    carried outWhat counts-the only thing that counts-is that he wants
    to know where I amHe won't stay away long once gucci men watch Uncle Henry tells
    him"Don't be ridiculous, Scarlett," said Pauline in a cold tone, "of
    course you'll be going home tomorrowWe always go back to
    Charleston
    on Saturday
    "That doesn't mean I have toI told you, I've decided to stay in
    Savannah for a while Scarlett wouldn't let Pauline bother her,
    nothing could bother her now that she knew Rhett was looking for her
    She'd receive him right here, in this elegant pink and gold chanel logo room, and
    she'd make him beg her to come backAfter he'd been adequately
    humbled, she'd agree, and then he'd take her in his arms and kiss her
    "Scarlett! Will you have the kindness to answer me when I address
    a question to you?"
    "What is it, Aunt Pauline?"
    "What do you propose to do with yourself? Where are you going to
    stay?"
    "Why, here, of course It had not entered Scarlett's head that she
    might not be welcome to gucci for women stay as long as she liked at her grandfather's
    houseThe tradition of hospitality was still fiercely cherished in
    the South, and it was unheard of for a guest to be asked to leave until
    he or she decided it was time"Pere doesn't like surprises," Eulalie
    offered sadly"I believe that I can instruct Scarlett in the habits
    of this household without your help, Sister
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    Saturday, December 18th, 2010
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    The Seeker was planted on the sidewalk next to my open trunk, assailing me with snide
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    Friday, December 17th, 2010
    9:30 pm
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    A moment later he - it - was on the porch,
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    then, with no pause, he - it - was at the bottom
    of the steps, and once more darting into the weeds,
    grinning at us all the time
    Grinning at us from beneath its capThere was nothing on his face
    but mindless, blabbering panicI let go of
    Wireman to grab him, and if Wireman had also
    decided to flee, I think that would have been the
    end of our expedition; I had only the one arm,
    after all, and couldn't restrain them both
    Couldn't restrain either of them, if they really
    meant to turn tail
    Terrified as I was, I never even came close to
    runningAnd Wireman, God bless him, stood his
    953
    ground, watching with his mouth hung open as the
    black man next appeared from the grove of banana
    trees between the pool and the outbuilding
    I got Jack by the belt and yanked him backI
    couldn't slap him in the face - I had no hand to
    slap with - and so I settled for shouting"It's
    not real! It's her nightmare!"
    "Hernightmare?" Something like comprehension
    dawned in Jack's eyesOr maybe just a little
    consciousness
    "Her nightmare, her boogeyman, whatever she was
    afraid of when the lights went out," I said"It's
    just another ghost, Jack
    "How do you know?"
    "For one thing, it's flickering like an old
    movie," Wireman said
    The black man was gone, then there again, this
    time in front of the rust-encrusted ladder leading
    up to the pool's diving platformIt grinned at us
    from beneath its red capIts shirt, I saw, was as
    blue as its breechesIt slid from place to place
    with its unmoving legs always cocked in the same
    position, like a figure in a shooting galleryIt
    was gone again, then appeared on the porchA
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    directly in front of usLooking at it made my
    head hurt, and it still made me afraidbut only
    because she had been afraid
    The next time it showed itself, it was on the
    double-rutted path to the Shade Beach, and this
    time we could see the Gulf shining through its
    blouse and breechesIt winked out of sight, and
    Wireman began to laugh hysterical
    Saturday, December 11th, 2010
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    Tuesday, December 7th, 2010
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    Saturday, December 4th, 2010
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    child
    "Oh, fuck," Wireman saidHe slapped his foreheadIt was a
    freshwater poolFresh as opposed to salt
    I pointed a finger at him
    Wireman touched the picture I'd drawn of the
    ceramic keg sitting beside the doll"This keg was
    an empty? Which they filled from the pool?"
    "I have no doubt I shuffled the swimming-pool
    sketch aside and showed them the next oneThe
    perspective was again from almost exactly where we
    were sittingAbove the horizon, a just-risen
    sickle moon shone between the masts of a rotting
    ship I hoped I would never have to draw againAnd
    on the beach, at the edge of the water -
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    "Christ, that's awful," Wireman said"I can't
    even see it clearly and it's still awful
    My right arm was itching, throbbingI
    reached down and touched the picture with the hand
    I hoped I would never have to see again
    although I was afraid I might
    "I can see it for all of us," I said
    How to Draw a Picture (XI)
    Don't quit until the picture's completeI can't
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    to quit, when you will think that if you put your
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