Her husband stared at her over the candle flame. ‘Who’d believe me? And I’d have to tell my part in it all, too. But who would pay the ransom? There was no one left in his family. “It is against my husband’s orders, and I am not sure that my sister will be particularly glad to see me. “Not like it’s your fault if you wake up one day and decide you hanker for a nice piece of ass, a ten-minute tumble. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. The dance itself was anticlimactic, with teenagers trying their best to look the part of adult sophisticates on the dance floor. It was a sickening process, and the sucking sound was sure to wake up Ray’s mother. Was it that the struggle of things to survive produced as a sort of necessary byproduct these intense preferences and appreciations, or was it that some mystical outer thing, some great force, drove life beautyward, even in spite of expediency, regardless of survival value and all the manifest discretions of life? She went to Capes with that riddle and put it to him very carefully and clearly, and he talked well—he always talked at some length when she took a difficulty to him—and sent her to a various literature upon the markings of butterflies, the incomprehensible elaboration and splendor of birds of Paradise and hummingbirds’ plumes, the patterning of tigers, and a leopard’s spots.
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