langxiulong0901

@@@@@For all I knew, she might have had it in the trunk of her beat-up Mercedes when she dropped me at the hospitalFrom there she could have gone right to her place on Davis Islands to get her home protection automaticHell, it would have been on her way north That part I should have at least guessedI had met her, after all, and I knew what she thought of my work "Pam, something very bad is happening on this islandI-" "Do you think I care about that, Edgar? Or about why that woman did it? You got our daughter killed I don't ever want to talk to you again, I don't want to see you again, and I'd rather poke out my eyes than ever have to look at another picture of yoursYou should have died when that crane hit you There was an awful thoughtfulness in her voice"That would have been a happy ending There was a moment of silence, then once more the hum of an open lineI considered throwing the whole works across the room and against the wall, but the Edgar floating over my head said noThe 910 Edgar floating over my head said that would perhaps give Perse too much pleasureSo I hung it up gently instead, and then for a minute I just stood there swaying on my feet, alive while my nineteen-year-old daughter was dead, not shot after all but drowned in her own bathtub by a mad art critic Then, slowly, I walked back out through the doorThere seemed no reason to lock it nowThere was a broom meant for sweeping sand off the walk leaning against the side of the houseI looked at it and my right arm began to itchI lifted my right hand and held it in front of my eyesIt wasn't there, but when I opened it and closed it, I could feel it flexI could also feel a couple of long nails biting into my palmThe others felt short and raggedThey must have broken offSomewhere - perhaps on the carpet upstairs in Little Pink - were a couple of ghost fingernail