"Quick. ” “Perhaps you don’t. "At the bottom of that big envelope I found this one. ‘I knew it. “My heart, my dove, I only want to heal you. “Generally gets here about seven. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. ” She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to: “What’s the good of pretending? “I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of and indifferent to her proceedings. The van started with a jerk and rumbled on its way. “Why just take her limbs? Why not poison her, like me?” “Because, if you remember, she turned me into a vampire. Of course a little daughter is a delightful thing enough.
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