She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. The clerk at the Raffles Hotel had accorded her but scant interest. That is not reasonable. There must be something, one feels, in ideas that achieve persistently a successful resurrection. When she was done she checked the patio door and carried his body into the garage, burying his remains next to the ten year old girl he had raped and killed last autumn, whose bones were starting to show in small areas where the maggots had feasted.
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