” “I can’t seem to get out of chairs without flashing my brassiere to the whole of Creation. The door opened. The house was eerily silent, which alerted her to the idea that someone might be listening. He made Hong-Kong at dusk: wet, hungry, and a bit groggy for the want of sleep; but he was in no wise discouraged. She hid behind a mirage of piety, just as I do. ‘It is Yol—’ She broke off abruptly, her face collapsing into an expression of acute consternation. 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. While waiting for his coming she had stated her present and future relations with him with what had seemed to her the most satisfactory lucidity and completeness.
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