Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

Ive come to talk to mona mayfair good lord what a

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Unformatted text preview: ounger than Alicia now, though she was not. She cared for herself, groomed herself, loved other people. "I can't stay for Mardi Gras this year," she'd said. "I just can't." She'd come to tell them she was driving to Destin. "Well, I hope you don't expect me to receive everybody here!" Alicia had cried. Utter panic. She'd dropped the magazine on the porch. "I can't do all that. I can't get the ham and the bread. I can't. I won't. I'll lock up the house. I'm not well. And Aunt Evelyn just sits there and sits there. Where is Patrick? You should stay here and help me. Why don't you do something about Patrick? Do you know Patrick drinks in the morning now? He drinks all morning. Where is Mona? Goddamnit, Mona went out without telling me. Mona is always going out without telling me. Somebody should put a leash on Mona. I need Mona! Board up the damned windows, will you, before you leave?" Gifford had remained so calm. "They're all going to First Street this year, CeeCee," Gifford had said. "You don't have to do anything except what you always do, no matter how you plan to do otherwise...
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