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Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

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    1:03a
    It wouldn't stop a full-blown Force 5, but it...
    It wouldn't stop a full-blown
    Force 5, but it usually worked if I took a dose
    early enoughI swallowed one with a Coke from the
    bar fridge, started to leave, and saw the light on
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    the phone flashingI almost left it, then
    realized the message might be from Wireman
    It turned out there were half a dozen messages
    The first four were more congratulations, which
    fell on my aching head like pellets of hail on a
    tin roofBy the time I got to Jimmy's - he was
    the fourth - I had begun punching the 6-button on
    the keypad, which hurried me on to the next
    messageI was in no mood to be stroked
    The fifth message was indeed from Jerome Wireman
    He sounded tired and stunned"Edgar, I know
    you've got a couple of days earmarked for family
    and friends, and I hate like hell to ask you this,
    but can we get together at your place omega automatic watches this
    afternoon? We need to talk, and I mean really
    Jack spent the night here with me at El Palacio -
    he didn't want me to be alone, that's one helluva
    good kid - and we were up early, hunting for that
    red basket she was on about, andBetter late than never, right? She wanted you
    to have it, so Jack took it over to Big PinkThe
    house was unlocked, and listen, Edgarsomeone's
    been inside
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    Silence on the line, but I could hear him
    breathingThen:
    "Jack's severely freaked, and you got to prepare
    for a shock, muchachoThough you may already have
    an idea-"
    There was a beep, and then the sixth message
    startedIt was still Wireman, now rather pissed
    off, which made him sound more like himself
    "Fucking short-ass message tape! Chinche pedorra!
    Ay! Edgar, Jack and I are going over to Abbot-
    Wexler A brief pause as he worked to
    keep it men's gucci wallet togetherthe funeral home she wanted
    I'll be back by oneYou really ought to wait for
    us before you go in your houseIt isn't trashed
    or anything, but I want to be with you when you
    look in that basket and when you see what got left
    in your studio upstairsI don't like to be
    mysterious, but Wireman ain't putting this shit on
    a message-tape anybody might listen toAnd
    there's one more thingOne of her lawyers called
    Left a message on the machine - Jack and I were
    still up in the fucking atticHe says I'm her
    sole beneficiary
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    I punched 0 for the hotel operatorAfter a short
    wait, she gave me the number of the Abbot-Wexler
    Funeral ParlorA robot answered,
    offering me a truly amazing array of deathoriented
    services ("For Casket Showroom, push 5")
    I waited it out - the offer for an actual human
    being always comes last these chanel red black handbag days, a booby-prize
    for boobs who can't cope with the twenty-first
    century - and while I waited I thought about
    Wireman's messageThe house unlocked? Really? My
    post-accident memory was unreliable, of course,
    but habit wasn'tBig Pink did not belong to me,
    and I had been taught since earliest childhood to
    take especial care of what belonged to othersI
    was pretty sure I had locked the houseSo if
    someone had been inside, why hadn't the door been
    forced?
    I thought for just a moment of two little girls in
    wet dresses - little girls with decayed faces who
    spoke in the grating voice of the shells under the
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    house - and then pushed the image away with a
    shudderThey had been only imagination, surely,
    the vision of an overstrained mindAnd even if
    they had been something moreghosts didn't have
    to unlock doors, did they? bay bag chloe They simply passed
    right through, or drifted up through the
    floorboards
    By God, I had almost missed my cueI pushed 0,
    and after a few bars of something that sounded
    vaguely like "Abide with Me," a professionally
    soothing voice asked if it could help meI
    suppressed an irrational and very strong urge to
    say: It's my arm! It's never had a decent burial!
    and hang upInstead, cradling the phone and
    rubbing a spot over my right eyebrow, I asked if
    Jerome Wireman was there
    "May I ask which deceased he represents?"
    A nightmare image rose before me: a silent
    courtroom of the dead, and Wireman saying Your
    Honor, I object
    "Elizabeth Eastlake," I said The voice warmed, became
    provisionally human"He and his young friend have
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    stepped out - they were going to work on Ms
    Eastlake's obituary, I believeI may have a
    message for louis vuitton miroir handbags y

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