steady carpenter lace

Steady carpenter lace

‘Why aren’t you answering your phone?’ So as to remind myself, I stand in front of a mirror: I see myself with my two menacing arched eyebrows, my nostrils that are as wide as those of a mare, my hair that is blacker than the devil, my mouth that is like a crevice out of which pours a heart that is irritable but unselfish; crowning all that, a great knot of schoolgirl’s hair set above the troubled face of a woman who spent too much time at school! My dark, gipsy-like skin that makes my teeth and my pearls look twice as white; my body, as dry as a vine-stock without grapes; my worker’s hands with cabochons that resemble an imitation American knuckle-duster. Behind us, the sandy cloud blocks our sight. No Hj?rleifsh?f?i, no ocean. All that exists is what’s ahead. Maybe we’ve avoided the worst? Maybe time and wind direction have been favorable to us, the wind’s decided to side with us after all these years? Finally, after all these years. Part of the very sky has sunk and laid itself over the mountain. “Who?” asked one of the detectives, a dark-haired, stocky man. I stir when the hum of the car engine stops, when the movement ceases. Hei?ur has parked as close as possible to an otherworldly lagoon. Turkish-blue icebergs glow with inner fluorescent light on water of the same color. Sunlight gleams on the ice cap, and smoky-black clouds hover behind dusky-blue peaks. The sky has taken on the color of the bergs and water, making everything equally blue: icebergs, sky, lagoon. A boat is moored, ready to sail between icebergs and rub shoulders with them. A seal pokes its head up, imitating a sea-beaten rock, and promptly dives down again. Hello. “Same question, Mrs. Pinkney,” Perry said. “Did you recognize anything about your attacker?” I’m not even sure it’s real drugs. It could be potato flour. I think that Teddi, the crime boss, is too sly to take such a risk. I mean, Hei?ur and I both saw it when he handed her the book. “The one and only,” I said. If my hair was long and white and my eyes the color of the ocean they would have recognized me immediately, maybe asked for an autograph. I wrote these words in my little journal not long after that encounter. Of course, now I realize that if I were a white woman driving a pale blue Jaguar the cops would have never put cuffs on me; they would have never been called to the scene or, if called, they might not have come. ‘Ah, here’s Lawrence!’ said McGee, slapping me on the back. ‘Nice bit of horse-trading you did during the week down at the beach. That, gentlemen, is what I call a tidy profit.’ Absolutely, like, fair fucks, the others assented, clinking their bottles together. The Viking raised his bottle to his temple. ‘How’s tricks, Tristram?’ I had just pulled out of Kip’s driveway when I decided to drive off the road and crash my car down the cliff and into the Pacific. It wasn’t a difficult choice; nor was it a judgment or verdict. It was like deciding to listen to jazz after five years of rock and roll, like changing the radio station after renting a car ina different city. First he drove to his flat, stopping at the corner of the street rather than right up at the house. I’ll shoot out their tires, and we’ll see how far they go after that..

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Steady carpenter lace