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Jack pushed the power button again and the... |
2nd September 2010, 00:51 |
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Jack pushed the power button again and the hellish
blizzard of noise cut out"I think we should skip
the tunes," he said
"Wireman? All right?" My voice seemed to be coming
from far away, through a steady low ringing noise
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Jack might have made it a little way beyond the
point where Ilse got sick; maybe notIt was hard
to tell once the growth got highThe road
narrowed to a stripe, its surface humped and
buckled by the roots running beneath itThe
foliage had interlaced above us, blotting out most
of the skyIt was like being in a living tunnel
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The windows were rolled up, but even so, the car
was filling with a green and fecund jungle smell
Jack tested the old Mercedes's springs on a
particularly egregious pothole, thumped up over a
ridge in the pavement on the omega planet ocean watches far side, then
slammed to a stop and put the transmission in PARK
"I'm sorry," he saidHis mouth was quivering and
his eyes were too big"I'm-"
I knew perfectly well what he was
Jack fumbled open the door, leaned out, and
vomitedI'd thought the smell of the jungle
(that's what it was once you were a mile past El
Palacio) was strong in the car, but what came
rolling in with the door open was ten times
headier, thick and green and viciously aliveYet
I did not hear a single bird calling in that mass
of junk foliageThe only sound was Jack losing
his breakfastAt last he collapsed back against
the seatHe thought I looked like a snowbird
again? That was sort of funny, because on that
early afternoon in mid-April, Jack Cantori was as
pale as March in MinnesotaInstead of chanel quilted bags twenty-one,
he looked a sickly forty-fiveIt must have been
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the tuna salad, Ilse had said, but it hadn't been
the tunaSomething from the sea, all right, but
not the tuna
"I'm sorry," he said"I don't know what's wrong
with meThe smell, I guess - that rotten jungle
smell-" His chest hitched, he made a gurk sound
deep in his throat, and leaned out the door again
That time he missed his hold on the steering wheel,
and if I hadn't grabbed him by the collar and
yanked him back, he would have gone sprawling
face-first into his own whoop
He leaned back, eyes closed, face wet with sweat,
panting rapidly
"We better take him back to El Palacio," Wireman
said"I don't like to lose the time - hell, I
don't like to lose him - but this -bleep- ain't
right
"As far as -bleep-'s discount hermes concerned, it's exactly right,"
I saidNow my bad leg was itching almost as much
as my armIt felt like electricity"It's her
little poison beltHow about you, Wireman? How's
your gut?"
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"Fine, but my bad eye - the one that used to be
bad - is itching like a -bleep-, and my head's
kind of hummingProbably from that -bleep- radio
"It's not the radioAnd the reason it's getting
to Jack and not to us is because we've beenSort of ironic, isn't
it?"
Behind the wheel, Jack groaned
"What can you do for him, muchacho? Anything?"
"I think so
I had my pads on my lap and my pencils and erasers
in a belt-packNow I flipped to the picture of
Jack and found one of my art-gum erasersI took
away his mouth and the lower arcs of his eyes, all
the way up to the cornersThe itching in my gucci g watch right
arm was fiercer than ever, and I actually had no
doubt that what I planned to do would workI
summoned up the memory of Jack's smile in my
kitchen - the one I'd asked him to give me while
thinking of something particularly good - and drew
it quickly with my Midnight Blue pencilIt took
no more than thirty seconds (the eyes were really
the key, when it comes to smiles, they always are),
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but those few lines changed the whole idea of Jack
Cantori's face
And I got something I hadn't expectedAs I drew,
I saw him kissing a girl in a bikiniI could feel her smooth skin, even a few
little grains of sand nestling in the hollow at
the small of her backI could smell her shampoo
and taste a faint ghost of salt on her lipsI
knew her name was Caitlin and he called her tiffany co jewelry |
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And I don't know what country's
flag that ship... |
31st August 2010, 23:18 |
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And I don't know what country's
flag that ship might have been flying when it blew
in here, maybe scraping its hull open on the top
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of Kitt Reef and spilling some of its cargoI
don't know much of anything for surebut I
think that -bleep- has a ship of her own, and once
she was free of the water and completely welded to
Elizabeth Eastlake's powerful child's mind, she
was able to call it
"A ship of the dead," Wireman saidHis face was
childlike with fear and wonderOutside, a wind
shook the massed foliage in the courtyard; the
rhododendrons nodded their heads and we could hear
the steady, sleepy sound of the waves pounding the
shoreI had loved that sound ever since coming to
Duma Key, and I still loved it, but now it
frightened me, toowhat?
Persephone?"
"If you like," I said"It's certainly crossed my
mind that -bleep- was Elizabeth's way of trying to
say thatIt doesn't cartier santos 100 matter; we're not talking
Greek mythology hereWe're talking about
something far older and more monstrousThat much it does have in common with
vampiresOnly hungry for souls, not bloodAt
least that's what I thinkElizabeth had her new
'doll' for no more than a month, and God knows
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what life was like at the first Heron's Roost
during that time, but it couldn't have been good
"Did Eastlake have the silver harpoons made then?"
Wireman askedThere's so much I don't know,
because what I do know comes from Elizabeth, and
she was little more than an infantI have no
sense of what happened in her other life, because
by then she'd quit drawingAnd if she remembered
the time when she did-"
"She was doing her best to forget it," Jack
finished"By the end, she was well on
her way to forgetting everything
I said, "Remember the pictures where everybody
seems to be wearing these big, dolce purse loopy drug-addict
grins? That was Elizabeth, trying to remake the
world she rememberedIn the days before her twin sisters
drowned, she was one scared kid, but she was
afraid to say anything, because she felt that the
things going wrong were all her fault
"What things?" It was Jack
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"I don't know exactly, but there's one picture of
an old-timey Negro lawn jockey standing on his
head, and I think that stands for everythingI
think that for Elizabeth, in those last days,
everything seemed to be standing on its head
There was more than that to the lawn jockey - I
was almost positive - but I didn't know what, and
this probably wasn't the time to chase after it,
anyway"I think in the days before and just after
Tessie and Laura drowned, the family might almost
have been prisoners at Heron's Roost
"And only Elizabeth would have known why?" Wireman
asked"Nan Melda might chanel clutch have
known some of itProbably knew some of it
"Who was at that house during the period after the
treasure-find and before the drownings?" Jack
asked"I suppose Maria and Hannah
might have come home from school for a weekend or
two, and Eastlake could have been away on business
for part of March and AprilThe ones who were
surely there that whole time were Elizabeth,
Tessie, Laura, and Nan MeldaAnd Elizabeth tried
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to draw her new 'friend' out of existence"She did it
with her colored pencils, the ones in the basket
This was just before Tessie and Laura drowned
Maybe the night beforeBecause their drownings
were punishment, right? The way Tom killing Pam
was supposed to be my punishment, for pryingI
mean, you see that?"
"Christ almighty," Jack whisperedWireman was
very pale
"Until then, I don't think Elizabeth understood
I thought about this, then shrugged"Hell, I
can't remember chanel earrings logo how much I understood when I was
fourBut until then probably the worst thing that
had ever happened to her in her life - other than
falling out of that pony-trap, and I'll bet she
didn't even remember that - was getting turned
over her Daddy's knee and paddled or having her
hand slapped for trying to take one of Nan Melda's
jam tarts before they were cooledWhat did she
know about the nature of evil? All she knew was
that -bleep- was naughty, -bleep- was a bad doll
instead of a good doll, she was out of control and
getting out-of-controller all the time, she had to
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be sent awaySo Libbit sat down with her pencils
and some drawing paper and told herself, 'I can do
thisIf I go slow and do my best work, I can do
this'" I stopped and passed my hand over my eyes
"I think that's right, but you have to take it
with a grain of saltIt could be mixed up with
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The
canvas that was lifted out of the rack and... |
30th August 2010, 23:15 |
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The
canvas that was lifted out of the rack and put
onto the easel
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"You saying it was the crazy librarian after all,
amigo?"
"No My voice cracked, brokeI had
to take another sip of water before I could say
what needed saying"Just that maybe vampires
aren't the only things that come back from the
dead
"What are you talking about?" Jack asked
"Zombies?"
I thought of the -bleep- with her rotting sails
"Let's say deserters
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"Are you sure you want to be here alone tonight,
Edgar?" Wireman asked"Because I'm not sure it's
such a great ideaEspecially with that stack of
old pictures for chloe white company"You have
succeeded in giving Wireman a first-class case of
the willies
We were sitting out in the Florida room, watching
the sun start its long, slow decline toward the
horizonI had produced cheese and crackers
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"I'm not sure this will work otherwise," I said
"Think of me as a gunslinger of the art worldI
paint alone, podner
Jack looked at me over a fresh glass of iced tea
"You're planning to paint?"
"Well - sketchIt's what I know how to do And
when I thought back to a certain pair of gardening
gloves - HANDS printed on the back of one, OFF on
the back of the other - I thought tiffany replica sketching would
be enough, especially if I did it with little
Elizabeth Eastlake's colored pencils
I swung around to Wireman"You have the funeral
parlor tonight, correct?"
Wireman glanced at his watch and heaved a sighThere's another
visitation tomorrow from noon until twoRelatives
from afar will come to bare their teeth at the
usurping interloperThen the
final act, day after tomorrowFuneral at the
Unitarian Universalist Church in OspreyFollowed by cremation at Abbot-WexlerBurnyburny,
hot-hot-hot
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Wireman noddedRemember
what we sang as children? 'The worms crawl in, the
worms crawl shop prada handbags out, and the pus runs out like shaving
cream
"Yep," Wireman agreedHe selected another cracker,
looked at it, then threw it violently back onto
the trayIt bounced onto the floor
Jack picked up the cracker, seemed to consider
eating it, then put it asidePerhaps he had
decided eating crackers off a Florida room floor
violated another man-law
I said to Wireman, "When you come back from the
funeral parlor tonight, you check in on me, okay?"
"Yes
"If I tell you I'm fine, to just go on home, you
do it
"Don't interrupt you if you're communing with your
muse
I nodded, because he wasn't that chanel quilted handbag far offThen I
turned to Jack"And you're staying at El Palacio
while Wireman's at the funeral parlor, right?"
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"Sure, if that's what you guys want He looked a
little uneasy about it, and I didn't blame himIt
was a big house, Elizabeth had lived in it a long
time, and it was where her memory was freshestI
would have been uneasy, too, if I hadn't been sure
the spooks on Duma Key were elsewhere
"If I call you, come on the runCall me on the house phone or my cell
phone
"You sure your cell phone's working?"
He looked slightly shamefaced"Battery was a
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I had a
sense of her trying to be coherent, the... |
29th August 2010, 23:11 |
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I had a
sense of her trying to be coherent, the way a
drunk pulled over by a traffic cop will try to
sound sober"I meant to get it framed, but I
didn't get around to it, so I tacked it on the
wall of the big room with a PushpinYou know, the
living room/kitchen I'd never been in her Providence apartmentbut then when
I camed back
"Are you going to sleep? Don't go to sleep on me,
Miss Cookie But her voice was fading
"Ilse! Wake up! Wake the -bleep- up!"
"Daddy!" Sounding shockedBut also fully awake
again
"What happened to louis vuitton diaper bags the picture? What was different
about it when you came back?"
"It was in the bed'oomI guess I must have moved
it myself - it's even stuck on the same red
Pushpin - but I don't remember doing itI guess I
wanted it closer to meIsn't that funny?"
No, I didn't think it was funny
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"I wouldn't want to live if you were dead, Daddy,"
she said"I'd want to be dead, tooas dead as a marble!" And she laughedI
thought of Wireman's daughter and did not
"Listen to me carefully, IlseIt's important that
you do as I sayWill you do chanel purses that?"
"Yes, DaddyAs long as it doesn't take too longI might
be able to sleep, now that I know you're all
right
Yes, she'd be able to sleepRight under The End
of the Game, hanging from its red PushpinAnd
she'd wake up thinking that the dream had been
this conversation, the reality her father's
suicide on Duma Key
The rage was back, just like thatAs if it had
never been awayBut I couldn't let it -bleep- up my
thinking; couldn't even let it show in my voice,
or Ilse might think it was aimed at herI clamped
the phone replica tiffany jewelry between my ear and shoulderThen I
reached out and grasped the slim chrome neck of
the sink faucetI closed my fist around it
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"This won't take long, honBut you have to do it
Then you can go to sleep
Wireman sat perfectly still at the table, watching
meOutside, the surf hammered
"What kind of stove do you have, Miss Cookie?"
"GasGet the picture and throw it in the oven
Then close the door and turn the oven on
"No, Daddy!" Wide awake again, as shocked as when
I'd said -bleep-, if not more so"I love that
picture!"
"I know, chanel shopping bags honey, but it's the picture that's making
you feel the way you do I started to say
something else, then stoppedIf it was the sketch
- and it was, of course it was - then I wouldn't
need to hammer it homeShe'd know as well as I
didInstead of speaking I throttled the faucet
back and forth, wishing with all my heart it was
the -bleep--hag's throat
"Daddy! Do you really think-"
"I don't think, I knowGet the picture, IlseI'm
going to hold the phoneGet it and stick it in
the oven and burn it
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The eye-chart directly ahead was a
relief, even... |
29th August 2010, 14:19 |
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The eye-chart directly ahead was a
relief, even though I wasn't much good after the
sixth line
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A nurse came in, put a thermometer under my tongue,
took my pulse, wrapped a blood pressure cuff
around my arm, inflated it, studied the readout
When I asked her how I was doing, she smiled
noncommittally and said, "You pass Then she drew
bloodAfter that I retired to the bathroom with a
plastic cup, sending Kamen bitter vibes as I
unzipped my flyA one-armed man can provide a
urine sample, but the potential for accidents is
greatly magnified
When I returned to the exam room, the nurse was
goneShe had left a folder with my name on it
Beside the folder was a red penMy stump gave gucci backpack a
twingeWithout thinking about what I was doing, I
took the pen and put it in my pants pocketThere
was a blue Bic clipped to my shirt pocketI took
it out and put it where the red pen had been lying
And what are you going to say when she comes back?
I asked myselfThat the Pen Fairy came in and
decided to make a swap?
Before I could answer that question - or consider
why I had stolen the red pen to begin with - Gene
Hadlock came in and offered his handwhich in my case was the right oneI
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found I liked him quite a lot better when he was
divorced from Principe, the goateed neurologist
He was about sixty, a little on the pudgy side,
with a white mustache of the toothbrush vintage cartier watch variety
and a pleasant examining-table mannerHe had me
strip down to my shorts and examined my right leg
and side at some lengthHe prodded me in several
places, enquiring about the level of painHe
asked me what I was taking for painkillers and
seemed surprised when I told him I was getting by
on aspirin
"I'm going to examine your stump," he said"That
all right?"
"Yes
I sat with my left hand resting on my bare left
thigh, looking at the eye-chart as he grasped my
shoulder with one hand and cupped my stump in the
otherThe seventh line on the chart looked like
AGODSEDA god said what? I wondered
From somewhere, very distant, I felt faint
pressureNo, don't look down, just keep tiffany co jewelry looking
straight aheadDo you feel my hand?"
"Uh-huhWhy
would there be? The arm that was no longer there
had wanted the pen, and the pen was in my pocket,
so now the arm was asleep again
"And how about this, Edgar? May I call you Edgar?"
"Anything but late to dinnerOne hand was still on my shoulder, but
the other was at his sideNowhere near the stump
"Not at all, phantom sensations in the stump of a
limb are normalI'm just surprised at the rate of
healingI squeezed pretty
darn hard to begin with He
cupped the stump again and pushed upward"Does
that give pain?"
It did - a dull, low sparkle, vaguely hot
"If it didn't I'd be worried"Look at
the eye-chart again, all chanel jewelry right?"
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I did as he asked, and decided that all-important
seventh line was AGOCSEOWhich made more sense
because it made no sense
"How many fingers am I touching you with, Edgar?"
"Don't know It didn't feel like he was touching
me at all
"Now?"
"Don't know He was almost up to my collarboneAnd I
had an idea - crazy but very strong - that I would
have been able to feel his fingers everywhere on
the stump if I'd been in one of my painting
frenziesIn fact, I would have been able to feel
his fingers in the air below the stumpAnd I
think he would have been able to feel mewhich
would no doubt have caused the good doctor to run
screaming from the room
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He looked like a
tenor getting ready to singOr... |
28th August 2010, 10:39 |
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He looked like a
tenor getting ready to singOr like a bird, I
thoughtA Gospel Hummingbird, maybeThen he said,
"Hello, boys It was better, but -
"No," he saidSounds like that
old blond chick, Mae West
He massaged his throat againHe was looking up
into the cascading bright as he did it, and I'm
not sure he knew that his other hand - the one on
the doll - was movingNoveen looked first at me,
then at Wireman, then back at meBlack shoebutton
eyesBlack beribboned hair cascading around a
chocolate-cookie faceAn Ouuu,
you nasty man mouth if ever there was one
Wireman's hand gripped mine
"Hello, boys," Noveen said, and although Jack's
Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his lips barely
moved on the b at all
"Hey! How was that?"
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"Good Wireman said, sounding as calm as I didn't
feel"Have her say something else
"I get le dix balenciaga paid extra for this, don't I, boss?"
"Sure," I said"Time and a ha-"
"Ain't you gone draw nuthin?" Noveen asked,
looking at me with those round black eyesThey
really were shoebuttons, I was almost sure of it
"I have nothing to draw," I said
"I tell you sumpin you c'n drawWhereat yo pad?"
Jack was now looking off to the side, into the
shadows leading to the ruined parlor, bemused,
eyes distantHe looked neither conscious nor
unconscious; he looked someplace between
Wireman let go of me and reached into the food-bag,
where I had stowed the two Artisan padsJack's hand flexed a bit, and Noveen
appeared to bend her head slightly to study it as
I first flipped back the cover and then unzipped
the pouch that held my pencils
I rummaged again, and took out Libbit's pale green
It was the only one still long enough to afford gucci watch bands a
decent gripIt must not have been her favorite
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colorOr maybe it was just that Duma's greens
were darker
"All right, now what?"
"Draw me in the kitchenPut me up agin the
breadbox, that do fine
"On the counter, do you mean?"
"Think I was talkin bout on the flo?"
"Christ," Wireman mutteredThe voice had been
changing steadily with each exchange; now it
wasn't Jack's at allAnd whose was it, given the
fact that in its prime the only ventriloquism
available to make the doll speak had been provided
by a little girl's imagination? I thought it had
been Nan Melda's then, and that we were listening
to a version of that voice now
As soon as I began to work, the itch swept down my
missing arm, defining it, making it thereI
sketched her sitting against an old-fashioned
breadbox, then drew her legs dangling over the
edge of chanel jumbo bag the counterWith no pause or hesitation -
something deep inside me, where the pictures came
from, said that to hesitate would be to break the
spell while it was still forming, while it was
still fragile - I went on and drew the little girl
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standing beside the counterStanding beside the
counter and looking upLittle four-year-old girl
in a pinaforeI could not have told you what a
pinafore was before I drew one over little
Libbit's dress as she stood there in the kitchen
beside her doll, as she stood there looking up, as
she stood there
Shhhhh-
-with one finger to her lips
Now, moving quicker than ever, the pencil racing,
I added Nan Melda, seeing her for the first time
outside that photograph where she was holding the
red picnic basket bunched in her armsNan Melda
bent over the little girl, her face set and sacs hermes angry
No, not angryvi
Scared
That's what Nan Melda is, scared near to death
She knows something is going on, Libbit knows
something is going on, and the twins know, too -
Tessie and Lo-Lo are as scared as she isEven
that fool Shannington knows something's wrong
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That's why he's taken to staying away as much as
he can, preferring to work on the farm shoreside
instead of coming out to the Key
And the Mister? When he's here, the Mister's too
mad about Adie, who's run off to Atlanta, to see
what's right in front of his eyes
At first Nan Melda thought what was in front of
her eyes was just her own imagination, picking up
on the babby-uns' games; surely she never really
saw no pelicans or herons flying upside-down, or
the hosses smiling at her when Shannington brought
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There was a clunk as the phone went down
Wireman... |
26th August 2010, 23:14 |
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There was a clunk as the phone went down
Wireman said, "Is she doing it?"
Before I could reply, there was a snapIt was
followed by a spout of cold water that drenched me
to the elbowI looked at the faucet in my hand,
then at the ragged place where it had broken off
I dropped it in the sinkWater was spouting from
the stump
"I think she is," I said He dropped to his knees, opened the
cupboard beneath the sink, reached in past the
wastebasket and the stash of garbage white chanel purse bagsHe
turned something, and the gusher spouting from the
broken faucet started to die"You don't know your
own strength, muchacho
"Sorry," I said againMy palm was
bleeding from a shallow cut, but I felt betterIt occurred to me that once upon a time,
that faucet could have been my wife's neckNo
wonder she had divorced me
We sat in the kitchen and waitedThe second hand
on the clock above the stove made one very slow
trip around the dial, started anotherThe water
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coming from chanel pearls the broken faucet was down to a bare
rivuletThen, very faintly, I heard Ilse, calling:
"I'm backI-" Then she screamed
I couldn't tell if it was surprise, pain, or both"Ilse!"
Wireman stood up fast, bumping his hip against the
side of the sinkHe raised his open hands to me
I shook my head - Don't knowNow I could feel
sweat running down my cheeks, although the kitchen
wasn't particularly warm
I was wondering what to do next - who to call -
when Ilse came back on the phoneShe cheap prada handbags sounded
exhaustedShe also sounded like herselfFinally
like herself"Jesus Christ in the morning," she
said
"What happened?" I had to restrain myself from
shouting"Illy, what happened?"
"It's goneIt caught fire and burnedI watched
it through the windowIt's nothing but ashesI
have to get a Band-Aid on the back of my hand, DadThere was something really, really
wrong with it"-bleep- thing
didn't want to go inIt folded itself over
and That shaky laugh again"I'd call it dolce and gabbana knock off a
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paper-cut, but it doesn't look like a paper-cut,
and it didn't feel like one
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The important thing for me was that she was all
rightThe important thing for her was that I wasOr so the foolish artist thoughtI
told her I'd call tomorrow
"Illy? One more thing She sounded totally awake and in
charge of herself againIs there an oven light?"
"Yes
"You'll have to hold on, then - the cordless is in
the bedroom
There was another pause, shorterThen she came
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So how many other
paintings are there? How many... |
25th August 2010, 23:17 |
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So how many other
paintings are there? How many will you be showing
at the Scoto next month?"
"Well," I said, "I can't say for sure, because I'm
painting all the time, but I think right now there
are about
"Twenty," she said, softly and tonelessly
Something about the way she was looking at me made
me uncomfortable and I shifted around"I think the actual number might be
twenty-one Of course there were a few pictures I
wasn't countingFriends with Benefits, for
instanceThe one I sometimes thought of as Candy
Brown Loses His BreathAnd the red-robe sketch
I did the addition in my head and shifted around
some more
"And you have no idea how amazing that isI paolo gucci women's watches can
see by your face that you don't She got up,
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dumped her ashtray in a wastebasket behind the
couch, then stood looking at the Hockney with her
hands in the pockets of her expensive slacksThe
painting showed a cube of a house and a blue
swimming poolBeside the pool was a ripe teenager
in a black tank suitShe was all -bleep- and long
tanned legs and dark hairShe wore dark glasses,
and a tiny sun blazed in each lens
"Is that an original?" I asked
"Yes indeed," she said, without turning"The girl
in the swimsuit is an original, tooMary Ire,
circa 1962 She turned to me,
her face fierce"Turn that tape recorder offThe
interview is over
"I want you to listen c c purse to meWill you?"
"Of course
"There are artists who labor for months over a
single painting of half the quality your work
showsOf course many spend their mornings getting
over the excesses of the night before
you're producing these things like a man working
on an assembly lineLike a magazine illustrator
or aa comic-book artist!"
606
"I grew up believing folks were supposed to work
hard at what they do - I think that's all it is
When I had my own company, I worked much longer
hours, because the hardest boss a man can ever
have is himself"Not true for everyone, but when it is
true, it's really true
"I just carried that
over to what I do nowHell,
it's better old omega watches than all right
it's like I go into a daze"I'm not trying to set the world's
land-speed record, or anything-"
"I know that," she said"Tell me, do you block?"
"Block?" I knew what the word meant in a football
context; otherwise, I was drawing a blank"What's
that?"
"Never mindIn Wireman Looks West - which is
staggering, by the way, that brain - how did you
set the features?"
"I took some pictures," I said
"I'm sure you did, darling, but when you got ready
to paint the portrait, how did you set the
features?"
607
"Iwell, I-"
"Did you use the third-eye rule?"
"Third-eye rule? I never heard of any third-eye
rule
She smiled at me kindly"In order to get balenciaga blue the
right spacing between a subject's eyes, painters
will often imagine or even block a third eye
between the two actual onesWhat about the mouth?
Did you center it using the ears?"
"Nothat is, I didn't know you were supposed to
do that Now it felt as if I were blushing all
over my body"I'm not suggesting y'all start
following a bunch of bullshit art school rules
after breaking them so spectacularly"Thirty paintings
since last November? No, it's even less time than
that, because you didn't start painting right
away
"Of course not, I had to get some art supplies
first," I said, and Mary laughed herself into a
coughing fit that she washed away with a sip louis vuitton neo of
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