Unformatted text preview: d whenever she glanced at him, as though he were falling asleep on his feet. As they reached Prytania they could see people outside the big house, see the cars parked. See the guards. Some of the guards wore khaki and were from a private agency. Others were off-duty New Orleans policemen in their customary blue. Mona couldn't stand the high heels any longer. She took them off and walked in her stocking feet. "If you step on one of those big roaches, you're going to hate it," Pierce said. "Boy, you're sure right about that." "Oh, that's your new technique, Mona. I heard you use it on Ran- dall. Just flat-out agree. You're going to catch cold in your bare feet. You're going to tear your stockings." "Pierce, the roaches don't come out this time of year. But what's the point of my telling you this? Are you going to listen? You realize our mothers are dead. Pierce? Our mothers? Both dead. Have I said this to you before?" "I don't remember," he said. "It's hard to remember that they're dead, as a matter of fact. I keep thinking, my mo...
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