Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

Anne Rice v1 Lasher

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Unformatted text preview: nd then they'd fought, Mona holding Alicia's wrists, forcing her back. "Come on, Mom! Stop it!" And then Alicia went limp as she always did, just a sack of potatoes on the floor, sobbing and pounding her fist. And the shock of seeing Ancient Evelyn in the doorway, which meant that she had made the long trek up the stairs by herself, not very good, and her dour words. "Do not hurt that child! Alicia, you are a common drunkard. Your husband is a common drunkard." "That child hurts me!" Alicia had wailed. No, Mona would never put her in a hospital again. But the others might. You never knew. Best not to drag Michael into it, even if he wanted to help her fix up the place. Scrap that plan. Go on to the next one. By the time she'd peeled off her clothes, the room was filled with delicious warm steam. She turned off the lights, so the only illumina- tion came from the orange flames of the gas heater, and then she sank down into the tub of hot water, letting her hair stream...
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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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