The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. She went about the gory business of disposing of the bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like overcooked, ruined meat. There was no one to be seen. ’ The dimple that so fascinated Melusine peeped in her great-aunt’s cheek. “I suppose I ought to congratulate you,” he said. It cuts. He smiled.
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