Thursday, December 18, 2008

Claude Monet Water Lily Pond painting

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soul and for the hospital elevator that would bring it, rang.“Where are you?” Hazard Yancy asked.“Our Lady of Angels. About to leave.”“You in the garage?”“On my way down now.”“Upper or lower level?”“Upper.”“What’re you driving?”“A white Expedition, like yesterday.”“Wait there. We have to talk.” Hazard hung up.Ethan rode the elevator.Drifting down from the ceiling speaker, in a fall of static as soft as snow, came his name. He heard it as if from a great distance but distinctly.“Ethan ... Ethan ...”On a foggy winter day at the beach or harbor, sea gulls in flight, high alone and without. Apparently the sound system was malfunctioning. Nothing but hiss-pop-crackle came from the ceiling speaker.He had descended one floor when he thought that he detected a faint voice behind the static. Quickly it became less faint, though still too weak to convey meaning.By the time he traveled three floors, he convinced himself that this was the eerie voice to which he had listened for half an hour on the [372] phone the previous night. He had been so intent on understanding what it was saying that he’d fallen into something like a trance

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