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She dug out some extraordinarily amusing clothes, which she kept for months, for years, and she knew how to give them a very makeshift appearance at the last moment. Anna Karin, Newly, Perry Mendelson, Chas and Darla the accountants, and my son’s guardian, Delilah, came up singularly and in pairs. All the while I was thinking about Suicide — that handsome man who joined me every once in a while, all silence and smiles. She shook her head.“His darling wife was a Delaware, with a face like a spring flower.” The words, soft and delicate, seemed out of place on the tongue of the big-boned woman. She wiped a tear and turned away. ‘Oh,’ she said, because that’s how all our early conversations began — with an expression of surprise. ‘I came down to see the rhododendrons. They’re at their best at this time of the year.’ ‘And who are ya now?’ I lowered the phone and met Hickey’s eye. ‘How much do you need?’ Benjamin Rush appeared on the kitchen porch, and soon was deep in conversation with Titus. After a few minutes the two men descended the steps and drifted along the lawn, distracted in conversation. Halfway across the lawn Titus abruptly threw an oyster shell at the nearest ewe, which gave a sudden cry and bolted, starting the others, who reacted in confused jumps and short spurting runs. The maids sprang after them. Titus started shouting, adding to the confusion as Rush darted to the cellar door.“Duncan!” he called. “Wake! I am here!” “You’ll have to sign a release if we don’t take you to the hospital,” the paramedic said. His nerves, which had held firm for six hours, and which had endured the car journey through the city with the dead man on board, the sinking of the body, and the desperate risk of adopting Mortimer’s identity, finally snapped the moment when there was nothing else to do but wait for the next morning. “When I met her I was looking at her backside and she was on her knees in front of some fat wannabe. She was high and didn’t even know where she was. She called me miss and asked me to help her. I tried. I did. But, as we all know, there’s no help for the likes of us. “Where are they going?” We head south, to the southernmost hayfields in the country. In these parts is the farm that Dad said had the most beautiful name in Iceland: LOFTSALIR— SKY HALLS. The fields here are the first to turn green in the spring, and I remember their color as I beheld it from the other side, from my sea voyages to the east. Hayfields lying near the sea are a different green from those farther inland. Here they contrast with the dark volcanic rock of Dyrh?laey and the beach of polished black pebbles that diminish in size the closer they are to the water’s edge. Sibbi and I went there once with Dad, on our way to see Erika and my uncle Beggi in V?k. It was absolutely special to walk on the clattering pebbles that the sea had fulled, giving thebeach the feel of cloth. We looked down at the pebbles, ignoring sea and sky, and filled our pockets with them. The smallest variety went into one pocket, bigger pebbles into the other. Harpa Eir, ever-sorting, ever-arranging, looking forward to creating something out of this haul, threading pebbles together with silver wire and painting them with a slender paintbrush. I wasn’t expecting Lew to help me but I had to ask — not for Theon but for myself. Nothing turns to dust faster than a dead sex worker. When I died no one would lift a finger to lay me to rest. At least I could try. You’re no better yourself, says Edda. “Yeah. Thanks, hon.” “I, I, I haven’t... I mean, Theon never really included me in his public life.” ‘Take your hands off me.’ Fortunately, we can’t read minds. Last check, says Hei?ur, turning around. Whereas I was already out on the sands, my mind carrying me away. Nothing else carries me. “What do you win?”.

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