dumkeduty1973

@@@@@She was wandering, strangely unfixed in time; she referred to the show at the Scoto as if it had occurred at least a week ago, and interrupted herself once to tell me that a friend of hers had been arrested for "cropping This made her laugh wildly, as if she were drunk or stonedWhen I asked her what cropping was, she told me it didn't matterShe said it might even have been part of her dreamNow she sounded sober againShe said the she 892 was a voice in her head, but it also came from the drains and the toilet Wireman came in at some point during our conversation, turned on the kitchen fluorescents, and sat down at the table with his harpoon in front of himHe said nothing, only listened to my end Ilse said she had begun to feel strange - "eeriefeary" was what she actually said - from the first moment she came back into her apartmentAt first it was just a spaced-out feeling, but soon she was experiencing nausea, as well - the kind she'd felt the day we had tried to prospect south along Duma Key's only roadIt had gotten worse and worseA woman spoke to her from the sink, told her that her father was deadIlse said she'd gone out for a walk to clear her head after that, but decided to come right back "It must be those Lovecraft stories I read for my Senior English Project," she said"I kept thinking someone was following me Back in the apartment, she'd started to cook some oatmeal, thinking it might settle her stomach, but the very sight of it when it started to thicken 893 nauseated her - every time she stirred it, she seemed to see things in itThe faces of screaming childrenThe woman had too many eyes, Ilse saidThe woman in the oatmeal said her father was dead and her mother didn't know yet, but when she did, she would have a party "So I went and lied down," she said, unconsciously reverting to the diction of childhood, "and that's when I dreamed the woman was right and you were dead, Daddy I thought of asking her when her mother had called, but I doubted if she'd remember, and it didn't matter, anywayBut, my God, hadn't Pam sensed anything wrong besides tiredness, especially in light of my phone call? Was she deaf? Surely I wasn't the only one who could hear this confusion in Ilse's voice, this wearinessBut maybe she hadn't been so bad when Pam calledPerse was powerful, but that didn't mean it still didn't take her time to workEspecially at a distance