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Unformatted text preview: The thing nearly got me. This is how it happened." She had told Pierce this story at Amelia Street, but as he listened now, he realized she was leaving out certain details-that she'd been with Michael, that she was naked, that she'd been asleep in the library without her clothes, that the Victrola had waked her, not the opening of the window. He wondered why she left those things out. It seemed to him that all his life he had been listening to Mayfairs leave things out. He wanted to say, Tell them that the Victrola played. Tell them. But he didn't. There seemed some grotesque clash between the mutant individual, as they called him, and the soft legends and miracles which had always LASHER hung in a vapor about First Street. The Victrola playing. It belonged to another realm than DNA and RNA and strange fingerprints found by the coroner in Mandy Mayfair's French Quarter apartment. Mandy's was the first death to be seen as a murder. It was all those flowers sprinkled over her body, a cinch she couldn't have done that hers...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
- Spring '10