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Friday, April 30th, 2010

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    12:28a
    Wireman looked toward the sun, which was...
    Wireman looked toward the sun, which was nearer
    the horizon than everIts track had begun to
    tarnish at last"Then finish up, muchacho, quick
    as you canSo we can do our business and get the
    hell out of here
    "I don't have much more to tell you, anyway," I
    saidI shuffled through a number of sketches that
    were little more than vague scribbles"The real
    1026
    heroine was Nan Melda, and we don't even know her
    last name
    I showed them one of the half-finished sketches:
    Nan Melda, recognizable by the kerchief around her
    head and a perfunctory dash of color across the
    brow and one cheek, talking to a young woman in
    the front hallwayNoveen was propped nearby, on a
    table that was nothing but six or eight lines balenciaga twiggy bag with
    a quick oval shape to bind them together
    "Here she is, telling Adriana some tall tale about
    Emery, after he disappearedThat he was called
    suddenly back to Atlanta? That he went to Tampa to
    get a surprise wedding present? I don't know
    Anything to keep Adie in the house, or at least
    close by
    "Nan Melda was playing for time," Jack said
    "It was all she could do I pointed toward the
    crowding jungle overgrowth between us and the
    north end of the Key, growth that had no business
    being there - not, at least, without a team of
    horticulturalists working overtime to provide its
    upkeep"All that wasn't there in 1927, but
    Elizabeth was here, and she was at the peak of her
    talentsI don't think anyone trying to knock off tiffany jewelry use the
    1027
    road that went off-island would have stood a
    chanceGod knows what Perse had made Elizabeth
    draw into existence between here and the
    drawbridge
    "Adriana was supposed to be next?" Wireman askedMaria and Hannah after themBecause
    Perse meant to have all of them except - maybe -
    Elizabeth herselfNan Melda must have known she
    could only hold Adie a single dayBut a day was
    all she needed
    I showed them another pictureAlthough much more
    hurried, it was once again Nan Melda and Libbit
    standing in the shallow end of the poolNoveen
    lay on the edge with one rag arm trailing in the
    waterAnd beside Noveen, sitting on its fat belly,
    was a wide-mouth ceramic keg with TABLE printed on
    the side in a replica louis vuitton purses semicircle
    "Nan Melda told Libbit what she had to doAnd she
    told Libbit she had to do it no matter what she
    saw in her head or how loud Perse screamed for her
    to stopbecause she would scream, Nan Melda
    said, if she found outShe said they'd just have
    to hope Perse found out too late to make any
    differenceThe
    1028
    track of the lowering sun was growing brighter and
    brighterI had to go on, but it was hard nowIt
    was very, very hard
    "What, muchacho?" Wireman said gently"What did
    she say?"
    "She said that she might scream, tooBut she couldn't stop'Dassn't
    stop, child,' she said'Dassn't stop or it's all
    for nothing'" As if of its own accord, my hand
    plucked the Venus Black from my pocket and
    scrawled two words chloe handbag lookalike beneath the primitive drawing
    of the girl and the woman in the swimming pool:
    dassn't stop
    My eyes blurred with tearsI dropped the pencil
    into the sea oats and wiped the tears awaySo far
    as I know, that pencil is still where I dropped it
    "Edgar, what about the silver-tipped harpoons?"
    Jack asked"You never said anything about them
    "There weren't any magic goddam harpoons," I said
    tiredly"They must have come years later, when
    Eastlake and Elizabeth returned to Duma KeyGod
    knows which of them got the idea, and whichever
    one it was may not have even been completely sure
    why it seemed important Jack was frowning again"If they didn't
    have the silver harpoons in 1927
    "No silver harpoons, Jack, but plenty of chanel bags wholesale wat

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