” “Why did you keep her all of these years? What good can it do?” “She created me, Lucia. Water sprung from the corners of the school roof, turning it into a gigantic fountain. There were all varieties of bird-life known in these latitudes, from the bird of paradise down to the tiny scarlet-beaked love-birds. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. “Because you used to be my friend, Lucy, and now I don’t get to see you anymore unless I can get into your house.
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