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Monday, January 18th, 2010

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    1:29a
    The police 1103 want to know whyBut they'd...
    The police
    1103
    want to know whyBut they'd never believe the
    truth, would they?"
    She stood before me with the thundering, incoming
    waves behind herShe stood there blowing away and
    re-forming from the sand beneath her, around her
    She stood there and said nothing, only holding her
    arm outstretched to take what she had come for
    "Drawing you in the sand wasn't enoughEven Mary
    drowning you wasn't enoughShe had to drown you
    in salt water I glanced down at the flashlight
    "Perse told her just what to do
    "Give it to me, Daddy," the shifting sand-girl
    saidHer hand was still held outOnly with the
    wind blowing, sometimes it was a clawEven with
    sand feeding fendi b belt black leather up from the beach to keep it plump,
    sometimes it was a claw"Give it to me and we can
    goSome things were inevitable, after all I took a step toward herAnother of
    Wireman's sayings occurred to me: In the end we
    wear out our worries"All right, Miss Cookie
    1104
    "Cost me what?" Her voice was the sound of sand
    against a windowThe grating sound of the shells
    But it was also Ilse's voice
    "Just a kiss," I said, "while I'm still alive to
    feel itI couldn't feel my lips - they
    were numb - but I could feel the muscles around
    them stretching"I suppose it will
    be a sandy one, but I'll pretend you've been
    playing on the beach
    She came closer, moving in a queer louis vuitton denim purse shamble-drift
    that wasn't walking, and up close the illusion
    collapsed entirelyIt was like bringing a
    painting close to your eyes and watching as the
    scene - portrait, landscape, still life -
    collapses into nothing but strokes of color, most
    with the marks of the brush still embedded in them
    Ilse's features disappearedWhat I saw where they
    had been was nothing but a furious cyclone of sand
    and tiny bits of shellWhat I smelled wasn't skin
    and hair but only salt water
    Pallid arms reached for meMembranes of sand
    smoked off them in the windThe moon shone
    through themI held up the flashlightAnd its barrel was plastic rather than
    stainless steel
    "You might gucci wholesale want a look at this before you go
    giving away kisses, though," I said"It came from
    the glove compartment of Jack Cantori's carThe
    one with Perse inside is locked in Elizabeth's
    safe
    The thing froze, and when it did, the wind off the
    Gulf tore away the last semblance of humanityIn
    that moment I was confronting nothing but a
    whirling sand-devilI took no chances, however;
    it had been a long day, and I had no intention of
    taking chances, especially if my daughter were
    somewhereand waiting
    for her final restI swung my arm as hard as I
    could, the flashlight clamped in my fist and Nan
    Melda's silver bracelets sliding down my arm to my
    wristI had replica rolex cleaned them carefully in the kitchen
    sink at El Palacio, and they jingled
    I had one of the silver-tipped harpoons stuck in
    my belt, behind my left hip, for good measure, but
    I didn't need itThe sand-devil exploded outward
    and upwardA scream of rage and pain went through
    my headThank God it was brief, or I think it
    1106
    would have torn me apartThen there was nothing
    but the sound of the shells under Big Pink and a
    brief dimming of the stars over the dunes to my
    right as the last of the sand blew away in a
    disorganized flurryThe Gulf was once more empty
    except for the moon-gilded rollers, marching in
    toward shoreThe Perse had gone, if it had ever
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