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Monday, February 15th, 2010

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    12:47a
    "Tom Riley's gone to kill my wife," I saidAnd...
    "Tom Riley's gone to kill my wife," I
    saidAnd then went on, although the words didn't
    feel like mine: "He may have done it already
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    Wireman didn't ask for an explanation, just told
    me to call herI put the telephone back to my ear,
    but couldn't remember the numberWireman read it
    to me, but I couldn't punch it in; the bad side of
    my vision had, for the first time in weeks, come
    over all red
    I stood listening to the phone ring in Mendota
    Heights, waiting for Pam's bright, impersonal
    voice on the answering machine - a message saying
    she was in Florida but would return calls soon
    Pam who was no longer in Florida, but denim louis vuitton handbag who might be
    lying dead on her kitchen floor, with Tom Riley
    next to her, just as deadThis vision was so
    clear I could see blood on the cabinets, and on
    the knife in Tom's stiffening handthe next would kick
    the answering machine into lifeShe sounded breathless"Jesus Christ, is it actually
    you? Answer me!"
    "Edgar? Who told you?" She sounded totally
    bewildered
    That was a Pam-voice I knew: slightly foggy, the
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    way she sounded when she had a cold, or when she
    was
    "Pam, are you crying?" And then, belatedly: "Told
    me what?"
    "About Tom Riley," she said"I thought you might
    be his brotherOr - please, God, no - louis vuitton miroir handbags his
    mother
    "What about Tom?"
    "He was fine on the trip back," she said,
    "laughing and showing off his new sketch, playing
    cards in the back of the plane with Kamen and some
    of the others Now she did start to cry, big sobs
    like static, her words coming in betweenIt was
    an ugly sound, but it was also beautifulBecause
    it was aliveAnd then, tonight, he
    killed himselfThe papers will probably call it
    an accident, but it was suicideThat's what Bozie
    saysBozie has a friend on the cops who called
    and told him, and then he called meTom drove
    into a retaining wall at seventy miles an hour or
    moreThis was on Route 23, which
    means he was probably on black and white chanel cambon handbag for sale his way here
    I understood everything, and I didn't need any
    phantom arm to tell me, eitherThere was
    850
    something Perse wanted, because she was angry with
    meOnly Tom had had a moment of
    sanity - a moment of courage - and had taken a
    quick detour into a concrete cliff
    Wireman was making crazy what's-going-on gestures
    in front of my faceI turned away from him
    "Panda, he saved your life
    "What?"
    "I know what I know," I said"The sketch he was
    showing off in the planeit was one of mine,
    right?"
    "YesEdgar, what are you-"
    "Did it have a name? Did the sketch have a name?
    Do you know?"
    "It was called HelloHe kept saying, 'Don't rolex replica watches look
    much like Minnesota dere'doing that dumb
    Yooper thing of his A pause, and I didn't
    break in because I was trying to thinkThen:
    "This is your special kind of knowingIsn't it?"
    Hello, I was thinkingThe first
    sketch I'd done in Big Pink had also been one of
    the powerful onesAnd Tom had bought it
    Wireman took the phone from me, gently but firmly
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    "Pam? It's Wireman?" He listened,
    noddingHis voice was very calm, very soothing
    It was a voice I'd heard him use with Elizabethyes, Edgar's fine, I'm fine,
    we're all fine down hereOnly you need to do something for us,
    and it's extremely importantI'm going to put you
    on chanel handbags shop online speaker

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