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hold of my hand. The limo door openedand Rogette Whitmore got out. She had
an oxygen mask in one handbut he didn't need itat least not then. He got out after her. A tall man
― not as tall as youMikebut tall ― wearing a gray suit and black shoes as shiny as mirrors.'
She pausedthinking. Her cigarette rose briefly to her mouththen went back down to the arm of
her chaira red firefly in the weak moonlight.
'At first he didn't say anything. The woman tried to take his arm and help him climb the three or
four steps from the road to the walkbut he shook her off. He got to where we were standing under
his own poweralthough I could hear him wheezing way down deep in his chest. It was the sound a
machine makes when it needs oil. I don't know how much he can walk nowbut it's probably not
much. Those few steps pretty well did him inand that was almost a year ago. He looked at me for
a second or twothen bent forward with his bigbony old hands on his knees. He looked at Kyra
and she looked up at him.'
Yes. I could see it . . . except not in colornot in an image like a photograph. I saw it as a
woodcutjust one more harsh illustration from
Grimm's Fairy Tales. The little girl looks up wide-
eyed at the rich old man ― once [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]yilai:
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