![]() In the living room of the suite, he settles down with his book, The Violent Bear It Away. She must wonder if he might be something other than he professes, if maybe his purpose is to learn if she will talk-and then to silence her forever if she does. There’s no way to get the truth.” “ Were you threatened?” The twin scalpels of her stare seem to perform exploratory surgery on his mind, his motives. ![]() Why did you suddenly stop?” “ Everybody’s bought, and everything’s politicized. ![]() “For a while, between your surgeries and skin grafts, you were adamant that the fire must have been arson. He takes her silence as permission to ask what he wants. There’s something it’s hoped you’ll do, but if you want no part of it, you’ll still get your monthly check.” “ So tell me.” “If you’ll answer a few questions, that would be helpful.” She stares at him and says nothing. “What else am I expected to do?” “Nothing. Because her face is essentially two faces, a countenance divided against itself, reading her expression is difficult. “They really want your ongoing journal.” “And how long do I get paid?” “The rest of your life.” She turns her attention from the windows. ![]() Now look at me.” “ It’s not charity,” he asserts, although he’s pretty sure that’s exactly what it is. “I once would have bristled at the very idea of taking charity. ![]() Masked heavens, crackling with fitful fire, are as mysterious as they are even on sunny days. ![]()
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