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Looking back now, I can see it was all for the best. Ria was different—apart from other women. A dreamer, a mystic, too easily influenced by the bizarre and un normal. LOOKING BACK NOW I CAN SEE IT WAS ALL FOR THE BEST RIO WAS DIFFERENT APART FROM OTHER WOMEN A DREAMER A MYSTIC TOO EASILY INFLUENCED BY THE BIZARRE AND UNNORMAL
ake, and a horrible, drawn-out wail shattered the stillness of the tomb. The priest dropped to his knees and I clapped my hands over my ears, but the dreadful shriek penetrated. My stomach turned over and I retched. The Good Father followed suit. We were no supermen and our bodies and our very souls revolted against this monstrous thing. "Let us finish, my son," the priest said slowly, after a time, his face the color of ashes. "We must bury these dead, that they may sleep in consecrated ground." I couldn't. I had to see her again before it was done. She lay, small and fragile as ever, her face calm, only there was no trace of life now. She was still and white, as only the dead—the truly dead—are. Tod's arm was flung across her chest, as if to protect her. I made myself move the arm, resting her head upon his shoulder, where it belonged. Then, as I looked, there was just Maria. Tod was gone and only a handful of dust lay piled up around the stake. It was enough. I slammed the lid shut.  IN THE BOX STRAINING AGAINST THE STAKE AND A HORRIBLE DRAWN OUT WAIL SHATTERED THE STILLNESS OF THE TOMB THE PRIEST DROPPED TO HIS KNEES AND I CLAPPED MY HANDS OVER MY EARS BUT THE DREADFUL SHRIEK PENETRATED MY STOMACH TURNED OVER AND I WRETCHED THE GOOD FATHER FOLLOWED SUIT WE WERE NO SUPERMEN AND OUR BODIES AND OUR VERY SOULS REVOLTED AGAINST THIS MONSTROUS THING LET US FINISH MY SON THE PRIEST SAID SLOWLY AFTER A TIME HIS FACE THE COLOUR OF ASHES WE MUST BURY THESE DEAD THAT THEY MAY SLEEP IN CONSECRATED GROUND I COULDN'T I HAD TO SEE HER AGAIN BEFORE IT WAS DONE SHE LAY SMALL AND FRAGILE AS EVER HER FACE CALM ONLY THERE WAS NO TRACE OF LIFE NOW SHE WAS STILL AND WHITE AS ONLY THE DEAD THE TRULY DEAD ARE TOD'S ARM WAS FLUNG ACROSS HER CHEST AS IF TO PROTECT HER I MADE MYSELF MOVE THE ARM RESTING HER HEAD UPON HIS SHOULDER WHERE IT BELONGED THEN AS I LOOKED THERE WAS JUST MARIA TOD WAS GONE AND ONLY A HANDFUL OF DUST LAY PILED UP AROUND THE SPAKE IT WAS ENOUGH I SLAMMED THE LID SHUT
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