Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

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Unformatted text preview: in. "Come on, Rowan! Heal!" Moments passed as they remained there. Moments passed in which this or that one whispered, or stirred, or clasped the flesh more tightly or patted it. Lily laid her hand on Rowan's forehead. Michael bent to kiss Rowan's head. It was Paige finally who said that they had done what they could do. "Has she had the Last Sacraments?" asked Fielding. "Yes, at the hospital, before the surgery," said Lauren. "But she is not going to die. She is holding steady. She is in a deep coma. And she could go on like that for days." Michael had turned his back on the assembly. Silently, they slipped out of the room. In the living room, Lauren and Lily poured the coffee. Mona set out the sugar and the cream. It was still pitch-dark outside, wintry, still. The great clock chimed five. Paige looked at it, as if startled. And then dropped her eyes. "What do you think?" asked Randall. "She's not dying," said Paige. "B...
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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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