Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

Her fine spun white hair was soft around her face

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Unformatted text preview: ng had been adamant. "She will not die in this hospital. You are torturing her. To release her, you must take her home." Mayfair madness in high gear. Even Anne Marie was saying that she ought to be returned to the famous master bedroom. Who knew? Perhaps the spirits of the dead in the house could help her? Even Lauren said bitterly, "Take the woman home." The nuns might have been shocked, if anybody gave a damn, but probably not. Cecilia and Lily had said the rosary aloud in the hospital room all night. Magdalene and Liane and Guy Mayfair had prayed in the chapel with the two Mayfair nuns in the family, the little tiny nuns whose names Mona always mixed up. Old Sister Michael Marie Mayfair-the oldest of Mayfair Sisters of Mercy-had come down and prayed over Rowan, loudly, chanting Hail Marys and Our Fathers and Glory Bes. "If that doesn't wake her up," said Randall, "nothing will. Go home and get her bedroom ready." Beatrice had done it, with a heavy contingent of helpers-Stephanie and Spruce Mayfair, and two young...
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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.

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