it was almost pleasantin
an astringent mouthwash-on-the-canker kind of way.
It works. It really really worksLisey.
Once she had believed that—sort of—but once she had been
twenty-two and willing to believe lots of things. What she
believed in now was Scott. And Boo’ya Moon? Yesshe guessed
she believed in thattoo. A world that was waiting right next
doorand behind the purple curtain in her mind. The question
was whether or not it might be in reach for the celebrated
writer’s gal pal now that he was dead and she was on her own.
Lisey wrung blood and tea out of the washclothdipped it
againreplaced it on her wounded breast. This time the sting
was even less. But it’s no cureshe thought. Just another
marker on the road into the past. Out loud she said“Another
bool.”
Holding the washcloth gently against her and taking the bloody
square of african—Good Ma’s delight—in the hand folded beneath
her breastLisey went slowly into the bedroom and sat down on
the bedlooking at the silver spade with COMMENCEMENTSHIP-
MAN LIBRARY incised on the scoop. Yesshe really could see a
small dent where she’d connected first with Blondie’s gun and
then with Blondie’s face. She had the spadeand although,
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