I feel beautiful. There were cakes and sandwiches—for Ennison a sort of Elysian feast, long to be remembered. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. ‘Read that,’ and threw the telegram at me, so that it went into the tureen. ’ ‘And you believe her?’ asked Lucilla, raising her brows. “Will he die?” she asked. That would come later. ’ ‘Then do it,’ Melusine said with impatience. We’ll go. 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. ’ ‘You see, I am of them,’ she said seriously, ‘but not with them—yet. She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid.
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