Anne Rice - v1, Lasher

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Unformatted text preview: ; "Is that true? Bea and Aaron. Gee, I never noticed." "Well, you wouldn't. I'll bet Aaron will be an honorary Mayfair soon too." "Wouldn't that be something? Beatrice is perfect. You need a woman for Aaron who appreciates a gentleman, don't you think?" His eyes closed again, as if he couldn't prevent it. "Uncle Michael, there's no such thing as a woman who doesn't appreciate a gentleman," said Mona. He opened his eyes. "Do you know everything?" "Nope. Wish I did, but then again, who would want to know every- thing? God must be bored. What do you think?" "I can't figure it out," he said, smiling again. "You're a firecracker, Mona." "Wait till you see me in a flannel nightgown." "I won't. I expect you to lock your door, and go to sleep. Aaron might come home, Eugenia could get up and start her ceaseless walk- ing . . ." "Ceaseless walking?" "You know old people. I'm so sleepy, Mona. Are you sleepy?" "What if...
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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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