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Well, it wasn't that way this time. Their fair skins were faintly pink tinted and their blonde heads, hers ashen and his a reddish cast, gleamed brightly. WELL IT WASN'T THAT WAY THIS TIME THEIR FAIR SKINS WERE FAINTLY PINK TINTED AND THEIR BLOND HEADS HERS ASHEN AND HIS A REDDISH CASK GLEAMED BRIGHTLY
it a little longer." As I closed the door, I could still feel his smile, mocking—yet a little sad. But Maria didn't wait. I was gone a week. I had walked my legs off trying to track down the elusive Mister Hunter and discovered exactly—nothing. All his landlady could tell me was that he was an American who had come to this climate for his health, and that he slept late mornings. I was licked and I knew it. If I had been a pup, I would have fitted my tail neatly between my legs and made for home. But I wasn't a pup, so I headed straight for Ria's flat to face the music. They were waiting for me, she and Tod. When I saw her, I wished I were dead. She lay in Tod's arms, her body a mere whisper of a body. White and cold she was, like frozen milk on a cold winter's day. They were both dead. You know how it is when at a wake someone views the deceased and says kindly, "She's beautiful," and "she" isn't beautiful at all; just a made-up, lifeless handful of clay. Dead as dead, and frightening. LITTLE WHILE GIVE ME A WEEK JUST WAIT A LITTLE LONGER AS I CLOSED THE DOOR I COULD STILL FEEL HIS SMILE MOCKING YET A LITTLE SAD BUT MARIA DIDN'T WAIT I WAS GONE A WEEK I HAD WALKED MY LEGS OFF TRYING TO TRACK DOWN THE ELUSIVE MISTER HUNTER AND DISCOVERED EXACTLY NOTHING ALL HIS LANDLADY COULD TELL ME WAS THAT HE WAS AN AMERICAN WHO HAD COME TO THIS CLIMATE FOR HIS HEALTH AND THAT HE SLEPT LATE MORNING I WAS LICKED AND I KNEW IT IF I HAD BEEN A PUP I WOULD HAVE FITTED MY TAIL NEATLY BETWEEN MY LEGS AND MADE FOR HOME BUT I WASN'T A PUP SO I HEADED STRAIGHT FOR RIA'S FLAT TO FACE THE MUSIC THEY WERE WAITING FOR ME SHE AND TOD WHEN I SAW HER I WISHED I WERE DEAD SHE LAY IN TOD'S ARMS HER BODY A MERE WHISPER OF A BODY WHITE AND COLD SHE WAS LIKE FROZEN MILK ON A COLD WINTER'S DAY THEY WERE BOTH DEAD YOU KNOW HOW IT IS WHEN AT A WAKE SOME ONE VIEWS THE DECEASED AND SAYS KINDLY SHE'S BEAUTIFUL AND SHE ISN'T BEAUTIFUL AT ALL JUST A MADE UP LIFELESS HANDFUL OF PLAY DEAD AS DEAD AND FRIGHTENING
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