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@@@@@ Her surrealist phase began; first the birds flying upside-down, then the animals walking on water, then the Smiling Horses that brought her a small measure of renownAnd that was when something changedThat was when something dark slipped in, using little Libbit as its channel She began to draw her doll, and when she did, her doll began to talk 278 By then Adriana was back from Gay Paree, and to begin with, Noveen mostly spoke in Adie's high and happy lah-de-dah voice, asking Elizabeth if she could hinky-dinky-parley-voo and telling her to ferramay her bushSometimes Noveen sang her to sleep while pictures of the doll's face - large and round and all brown except for the red lips - scattered Elizabeth's counterpane Noveen sings Frere Jacques, frere Jacques, are you sleepun? Are you sleepun? Dormay-voo, dormay-voo? Sometimes Noveen told her stories - mixed-up but wonderful - where Cinderella wore the red slippers from Oz and the Bobbsey Twins got lost in the Magic Forest and found a sweetie house with a roof made of peppermint candy But then Noveen's voice changedIt stopped being Adie's voiceIt stopped being the voice of anyone Elizabeth knew, and it went right on talking even when Elizabeth told Noveen to ferramay her bush At first, maybe that voice was pleasant Then things changed, didn't they? Because art is magic, and not all magic is white Not even for little girls 279 7 - Art for Art's Sake i There was a bottle of single-malt in the living room liquor cabinetI wanted a shot and didn't take itI wanted to wait, maybe eat one of my egg salad sandwiches and plan out what I was going to say to her, and I didn't do that, either Sometimes the only way to do it is to do itI took the cordless phone out into the Florida room It was chilly even with the glass sliders shut, but in a way that was goodI thought the cool air might sharpen me up a littleAnd maybe the sight of the sun dropping toward the horizon and painting its golden track across the water would calm me downBecause I wasn't calmMy heart was pounding too hard, my cheeks felt hot, my hip hurt like a bastard, and I suddenly realized, with real horror, that my wife's name had slipped my mind Every time I dipped for it, all I came up with was peligro, the Spanish word for danger I decided there was one thing I did need before calling Minnesot