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He stopped at the door of the bedroom. All was as he had left it. Hamilton reading. The nurse with her chart. The candles giving off the sweet good odor of expensive wax, and the shadow of the Virgin's statue dancing behind them, the shiver of the shadow thrown across Rowan's face and giving it a false life.

She must have been a beautiful woman, said the nurse, shaking her head.

She is a beautiful woman, said Michael, but there was no anger in it, no resentment. Just setting the record straight.

But you remember.

She must have been a beautiful woman, said the nurse, shaking her head.

She must have been a beautiful woman, said the nurse, shaking her head.

Hmmmm, that's good, she said.Turn down the dial on the music.

What's that spot on her gown? he asked the nurse.

He sat down and closed his eyes. He was drifting. Julien said something to him, but he was just remembering, the long story, the image of Marie Claudette with her six fingers. Six fingers on the left hand. Rowan had had beautiful and perfect hands. Hands of a surgeon.

I told you, we can't make a baby, she said.It just won't work.

He stopped at the door of the bedroom. All was as he had left it. Hamilton reading. The nurse with her chart. The candles giving off the sweet good odor of expensive wax, and the shadow of the Virgin's statue dancing behind them, the shiver of the shadow thrown across Rowan's face and giving it a false life.

I will, he said.

She is a beautiful woman, said Michael, but there was no anger in it, no resentment. Just setting the record straight.

He shook his head. He felt so foolish and so badly shaken. And he hoped to God he hadn't hurt her feelings

Hmmmm, that's good, she said.Turn down the dial on the music.

What's it like. Lasher, to be lost in the flesh and to have the whole world looking for you? Like being a needle in a haystack, instead of such a powerful ghost? In this day and age, they find needles in haystacks. And you are a bit more like the family emerald, lost in a box of jewels. Not so hard to see you, snatch you, snare you, keep you, the way no one could have ever done when you were Julien's daemon or fiend.

He stopped at the door of the bedroom. All was as he had left it. Hamilton reading. The nurse with her chart. The candles giving off the sweet good odor of expensive wax, and the shadow of the Virgin's statue dancing behind them, the shiver of the shadow thrown across Rowan's face and giving it a false life.

What if she had done what Carlotta Mayfair wanted? What her mother had wanted? What if she had never come home?

It was going to be fun working withlaw enforcement agencies, trying to keep all this secret. Ah, Lord, would the papers have a field day. He suspected the simplest angle would be some cheap statement as to the man's being aSatanist, a member of a violent and dangerouscult.

He shook his head. He felt so foolish and so badly shaken. And he hoped to God he hadn't hurt her feelings

He awoke with a start. The nurse was lifting Rowan's right leg, carefully, gently, smoothing the lotion over the skin. Look how thin, how worn.This will keep her from getting drop foot. We have to do it regularly. You want to remind the others. I'll write it on the chart.

And then he thought of that shining spirit,the man whom he had once seen behind the crib at Christmas, and staring at him in the garden below. He thought of that radiant countenance.

Oh, must be a little water, said the nurse, pressing a dry wash cloth to Rowan's breast.I was wiping her face and moistening her lips. Do you want me to massage her now, just move her arms, keep them flexible?

He went back in to take up the vigil as before. Rowan, my Rowan.

She is a beautiful woman, said Michael, but there was no anger in it, no resentment. Just setting the record straight.

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