efforts to describe each item in such detail wasnt she also bringing to light all the tiny
that lay hidden in our day-to-day life that serve as beacons to a higher spiritual existence?
splashes of color on one of her blouses brou
I just do. Cant you just hate someone for no reason?
Maybe if you can love someone for no reason.
Ha! I wont read anything into that comment.
Dont worry. Im not losing my faith. I wasnt really talking about Jillian. It was just a
bible containing the secrets of life that people never dared whisper. In my former life I always
found his writing hopelessly fragmented and contradictory. Now I found these same qualities
resonant of higher truths I never before had the faculties to gras
Rome wasnt conquered in a day, I said. Shes turned up once - thats the important thing
- and shell turn up again. I can feel it.
There was a long uncomfortable silence on the other end of the receiver. It wasnt just any
silence. It was the sort of silence
Depression isnt uncommon, he said while still looking at the photo. He put it down and
leaned back on his reclining swivel chair. Especially in teens. I cant say I recognize her. It
seems like youre doing the right thing. With Artaud, I mean. As you may a
better, but I could see in the soft predawn light that she had black hair. Just as I was about to
step out and confront them I felt a tap on my shoulder. I leapt up in fright and turned around.
Dont you ever leave me alone like that again, sh
I pulled out the poster and showed him. He looked confused.
No. Ive never seen her.
What about Sodergren?
Do you know a Jacob Sodergren?
No.well. He looked lost in thought for a few moments. Yes, maybe. He ducked
inside. Didnt we just buy this house
No. I feel a need to explain.
Its OK, I said apologetically. I feel bad too. I just want to say that I understand.
Theres nothing for either of us to be ashamed of.
It was one of those nights where an old wound opens up and you just cant stop the
In frustration I combed the perimeter of the asylum until dawn. There was still no trace. I
went back to the tree and checked for other clues. Maybe they had left a cigarette butt or
dropped some small object accidentally. There was nothing of the sort. T
it wasnt actually Jillian I had seen that night or if it was that she had left me on her own free
I wasnt about to accept such a view, especially when the smoke from my victory at Rodez
The waiter brought my beer in the tradition
hand and he shook it. I can feel your love coming back. Your hand was cold the last time I
shook it. Its a good sign. A card reader told me that an exceptionally warm hand means love
around the corner.
Although he was obviously making this up I took hi
used book of poetry to go on. St. Croix listened to my report and promised to open the case
again, but I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was only humoring me. I should have
complaint, but decided not to waste my time. Instead I ca
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As far as I could tell it was a wild dog or coyote somehow emitting some sort of uncanny
grayishwhite light. I looked around to see if there was a hidden spotlight trained on its thin
wiry form. I
saw nothing. I inched closer and closer. When I was about
as if into the eye of God. My eyes followed her thin porcelain white fingers up to her slim
and all the way up to her light, slightly concave shoulders. I imagined I was looking at Jillian.
Although Annettes neck was wider and slightly more flared t
has to be some great internal imprint of a perfect lover in your soul. Something so deep and
mystical that when you meet someone that somehow links you up with that image, you feel
youre barging into the presence of God. The thing is, the perso
she is. I could never match her in school. I could never have her boyfriends. I stopped so long
ago trying to be like her. Oh, she burst into tears. Im so sorry about all this. I must be
making you uncomfortable.
Annette, I said. Id never imagined that sh
I felt something.
Im sorry if I.
No. Not at all. Im flattered in a way. If it were ten years ago I would have been ecstatic.
I always fantasized about Jillians boyfriends. I secretly wanted to share them with her. In a
Id always hoped.
I was feeling s
a large blond man trundled in. His pants were soiled and he smelled strongly of sweat.
Hans, this is.Im sorry, you never told me your name.
Jean, I said and shook Hanss hand, which he held out reluctantly because it was caked in
Hans, do you remember
the night Id gone to the slaughterhouse and just failed to notice the address written there
More likely the furtive Sodergren had broken into my apartment and stolen the book either
because it had the clues I needed in it and he wanted to
it had anything to do with what had happened during our last meeting.
Ive seen her.
Jillian. Im sure of it.
My God, she said slowly. You were right all along.
It was from a distance in the dark and only for a few seconds, but it had to be her.
to attract attention, I tiptoed across the room until I reached the window. I poked my face
through the curtain and pressed my ear to the window hoping to hear the voices more clearly.
far as I could tell there were two people outside but I cou
my life in Paris I decorated my room with old photographs of her from the various stages of
relationship. Every night Id burn a candle before I went to bed and sip on vodka thinking
all the different Jillians Id known and all those I had neve
Ha, she broke out laughing. Men are such suckers. They always jump when Gigi get
mad. Im just kidding, you big goof.
I shook my head and tossed my blanket over her half-naked body. She looked like a troll
with her messy chunks of black hair popping out in
notes she established that these lines revealed that death was an inner state just as much as an
outer phenomenon. She supported her views with arguments explaining how death was
liberation of the same spirit that slumbers within us through life.
buttons and pointed to a sign on the lawn that clearly stated that trespassing was forbidden.
asked about visiting hours and I told them to come back the next day and ask the head nurse.
Then they turned and walked away.
Did she look hurt or unhealth
and brass with oak paneled walls and oil paintings.
After ten minutes a tall heavy man walked in. His deeply furrowed brow and thoughtful gaze
gave him an air of intelligence that might have been offset by his gargantuan frame had his
expression seemed an
glow of a police car filled my living room for a brief instant before I lost consciousness.
In the morning we hugged tenderly and apologized for the previous nights drunken madness.
A new sense of reason prevailed between us. As I smelled her perfume I fo
they refused on grounds that it breached confidence.
This is important, I said to the tall, white-haired agent as I slammed my fist on the table.
It could lead to the arrest of a murderer.
Do you have a license?
Youre a private eye, arent you?
Not the best, but itll do, she said. Especially considering the occasion.
We paid for an extra day at the hotel and returned to the field by sundown. Blue-gray clouds
obscured the horizon as the suns light faded. We waited by the tree in utter darkness fo
Outside of space, but inside time.
After closing the curtains to cut out the light of morning so I could finally go to sleep, the
thought occurred to me that the Rodez asylum was an obvious place to look for Jillian. I felt
stupid for not considering it b