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Draw her, a voice whisperedDraw Elizabeth's fair
salvageI was afraid of what I might see
And what it might do to me
And what about Daddy? What about John? How much
had he known?
I flipped through her drawings to the picture of
John Eastlake screaming, with blood running from
his nose and one eye
Probably too late, but he had known
What exactly had happened to Tessie and Lo-Lo?
And to Perse, to shut her up for all those
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sure
I could have gone on - a picture of Tessie and Lo-
Lo running down a path, some path, hand-in-hand,
was already asking to be drawn - but I was
beginning to come out of my half-trance and was
scared almost to deathBesides, I thought I knew
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figure out the rest, I was almost sure of itI
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that kind of hangover wasn't new to me, and there
was plenty to eat in the refrigerator
vi
I went downstairs slowly, my head spinning with
images - an upside-down heron with blue gimlet
eyes, the smiling horses, the boat-size swim-fins
on Daddy's feet - and I didn't bother with the
living room lightsThere was no need to; by April
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then I had made that solitary house with its chin
jutting over the edge of the water my own, and in
spite of everything, I couldn't imagine leaving it
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through the Florida room to the Gulf
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yards from the beach, clear and unmistakable in
the light of a quarter-moon and a million stars,
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child's rotten toyThe decks were empty, so far
as I could see - of both life and souvenirs - but
who knew what might be belowdecks?
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realized this, I realized why: I had stopped
breathingI told myself to inhale, but for one
terrible second, nothing
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