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Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

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    Was it the doll-thing that drove Tessie and...
    Was it the doll-thing that drove Tessie and Lo-Lo
    to their deaths? That created the big boy? Just
    how much did Elizabeth have to do with it by then?
    Who was the artist, who the blank surface?
    528
    Some questions I have never answered to my own
    satisfaction, but I have drawn my own pictures and
    I know that when it comes to art, it's perfectly
    okay to paraphrase Nietzsche: if you keep your
    focus, eventually your focus will keep you
    Sometimes without parole
    11 - The View from Duma
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    The next morning, early, Wireman and I stood in
    the Gulf - plenty cold enough to be an eye-popper
    - up to our shinsHe had walked in, and I had
    followed without questionWithout a single word
    Both of us were holding coffee cupsHe was
    wearing shorts; I had paused balenciaga twiggy bag just long enough to
    roll my pants to my kneesBehind us, at the end
    of the boardwalk, Elizabeth slouched in her chair,
    looking grimly out at the horizon and grizzling
    down her chinA large part of her breakfast still
    lay before herShe had eaten some, scattered the
    restHer hair was loose, blowing in a warm breeze
    from the south
    529
    The water surged around usOnce I got used to it,
    I loved the silky feel of that surge: first the
    lift that made me feel as if I'd magically dieted
    off twelve pounds or so, then the backrun that
    pulled sand out from between my toes in small,
    tickling whirlpoolsSeventy or eighty yards
    beyond us, two fat pelicans drew a line across the
    morningThen they folded their wings and dropped
    like stonesOne came up empty, knock off chanel but the other had
    breakfast in its billThe small fish disappeared
    down the hatch even as the pelican roseIt was an
    ancient ballet, but no less pleasing for that
    South and inland, where the green tangles rose,
    another bird cried "Oh-oh! Oh-oh!" over and over
    Wireman turned toward meHe didn't look twentyfive,
    but he looked younger than at any time since
    I'd met himThere was no redness at all in his
    left eye, and it had lost that disjointed, I'mlooking-
    my-own-way castI had no doubt that it
    was seeing me; that it was seeing me very well
    "Anything I can ever do for you," he saidAre you clear on that?"
    530
    "Yes," I saidI was clear on something else, as
    well: when someone offers you a blank check, you
    must never, ever cash itThat wasn't a thing omega replica watches I
    thought outSometimes understanding bypasses the
    brain and proceeds directly from the heart
    "All right, then," he said"It's all I'm going to
    sayI looked around and saw that
    Elizabeth's chin had sunk to her chestOne hand
    was fisted around a piece of toastHer hair
    whirled around her head
    "She looks thinner," I said
    "She's lost twenty pounds since New Year'sI'm
    slipping her those maxi-shakes - Ensure, they're
    called - once a day, but she won't always take em
    What about you? Is it just too much work that's
    got you looking that way?"
    "What way?"
    "Like the Hound of the Baskervilles recently bit
    off your left asscheekIf it's overwork, maybe
    you ought to knock off and stretch out a little"'That's our opinion, we welcome
    yours,' as they say on chanel jewelry online Channel 6
    531
    I stood where I was, feeling the lift and drop of
    the waves, and thinking about what I could tell
    WiremanAbout how much I could tell WiremanThe
    answer seemed self-evident: all or nothing
    "I think I better fill you in on what happened
    last nightYou just have to promise not to call
    for the men in the white coats
    I told him about how I'd finished his portrait
    mostly in the darkI told him about seeing my
    right arm and handThen seeing the two dead girls
    at the foot of the stairs and passing outBy the
    time I finished, we'd waded back out of the water
    and walked to where Elizabeth was snoringWireman
    began to clean her tray, sweeping the refuse into
    a bag he took from the pouch hanging on one arm of
    her chair
    "Nothing else?" he gucci backpack as

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