One realized indeed then
where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed
into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s
more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but
through which one saw—nothing. She ran through the
backyards of Pinecrest subdivision, piano wire and a slim
jim tucked into her pantyhose. It
had thrust her back with an undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an
unendurable, scornful grin. She killed every month, twelve a year, and
was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle
aged men. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. ’
The Mother Abbess—and indeed all the nuns, some of higher birth more
fearful than others—were aghast at the horrors that had befallen the family
Valade. "Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly.
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