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Suit settle existence

It’s the right procedure if you run into sand, says Edda. I landed in a sandstorm here when I went east with Sibbi. He had the sense to wait and there wasn’t a scratch on our car. But when we got to Kirkjubaejarklaustur, we saw another car that’d been stripped of almost all its paint. Hei?ur comes rushing out of the bedroom, a Fury in a short-sleeved T-shirt. Apparently she was trying to nap. “I’m easy either way,” she replied. [Картинка: i_003.jpg] She collapsed straight away. While Montemayor, after a momentary shock, lifted her up and carried her to the sofa, Sponer went back to the table, filled a glass with water, dipped a napkin in it, and handed the napkin to Montemayor. Montemayor pressed it to her forehead. A few seconds later she came to and began to sob desperately, mumble something and cry out the same question over and over again. She was in total shock. ‘I’m not sure I care any more, Dessie, to be honest.’ It’s the cold shiver of grief that I fear. I know that, Mom, but sometimes I feel like it never happened. When I think of something fun from my childhood, I have doubts about it. Like it never really happened. Why is that? We followed the path to the portico and Hickey tried a number of keys before hitting on the right one. The pair of us wandered in. Maple dance floor stippled by stilettos immemorial, balcony for the band, ornate plasterwork. I glanced at the ceiling. The Waterford Crystal chandelier was missing. I turned to Hickey. “Please.” Don’t be ridiculous, says Hei?ur. Of course you’ve come of your own free will. Every hour, about 14,500 babies are born. After the meager meal they were marched to a stack of hoes and stubby, pointed sticks. Their job was to heap the freshly harrowed earth into mounded rows, into which evenly spaced holes were made by plunging one of the sticks into the soil. Behind, far down the massive field, African slaves were planting seedlings. Their little band, watched over like dangerous criminals, apparently had the lowest, meanest job on the plantation. How is it you remember me? I asked, partly to tease him, because naturally I knew. He blushed— yes, blushed — and said: You stood out because you were so dark, and soprecocious. ‘Well?’ he asked when she drew up. ‘Are we in business?’ ‘Yeah, why don’t you?’ The sisters’ path to the lake would have been through a birch thicket and willow scrub, which once covered the entire area. At that time it was called Sk?gahverfi — Woodland District. Grazing sheep, poor people, and falling ash ensured the trees’ disappearance. These days not a single self-sown shoot is to be seen anywhere but in little niches by the glacier, besides the thick brake out east by L?magn?pur, so tenacious that diligent sheep haven’t managed to finish it off. Jens Kaaber, Hei?ur’s dad, has a fancy cottage there, where we drifters can spend the night. Hilary Mantel, Janet Frame, Willa Cather, Jane Bowles, Patricia Highsmith, Elizabeth Bishop, Hannah Arendt, Iris Murdoch, Djuna Barnes, Gertrude Stein, Virginia Woolf, Katherine Mansfield, Mavis Gallant, Simone de Beauvoir, Barbara Pym: No children. It was his turn: And how is it that you remember me? A few more minutes passed..

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