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.She heard a noise from down the hallway and saw a form appear from the shadows.She flipped the light switch nearest to her and saw Peter Littlefield.“Jesus, Peter,” she said.“You scared me to death.What are you doing here?”“I had that special opera review to write,” he said.“Right,” she said, nodding, wondering how many Santa Feans really read the paper for its up-to-date opera news.“You’re here early,” he said, peering over his glasses.“I forgot something,” she said, still clutching the photo to her chest.“Oh, you mean the picture of the Tamara,” he said, nodding.“I saw that in the copier.I knew she was working on a new piece, but I had no idea it was so intricate.”“I’m sorry, what?”“The photo,” he said.“I assume it’s of her new work.”“Whose new work?”“Tamara.She’s a fabulous naturalist.I mean, look at her use of color,” Peter said, reaching for the photo.Lucy turned it over to him, and he pointed out the sunflowers and the doll’s heads.“Tamara is an artist?”“Well, yes,” Peter said, frowning at Lucy.“She did the statues in front of the new judicial complex, and she has a few pieces hanging in the permanent collection at the capitol.”“How do you know she did this?” Lucy asked, waving her hand at the photo.“Are you kidding? This is classic Tamara,” he said.“Look, here and here, at these bones that are strung together in that delicate star shape? That’s one of her signature motifs.She did a whole piece using star bones last year at SITE Santa Fe.”“You’re positive she did this?” Lucy asked.“Absolutely,” he said.“Her themes always include religion, death, and innocence.”“How do you get all of that from this photo?” she asked, peering at it.“Look at the interpretation,” he said.“You have the inherent religious image of the statue, and death, of course, is represented by the bones.And see how she mixes it with the classic pop-culture symbols of innocence, the flowers and dolls?”“She works with bones?” Lucy asked, still not understanding.Not believing.“Why?”“Because you have to have death in order to have life, and art is all about life.”CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVESunday AfternoonAshley lay on the hospital bed motionless, waiting, tense.She heard a nurse telling her to relax, but Ashley knew that was impossible.How could she relax when she only had a few minutes before the worst pain in the world started again? The pain was in control of her body.Ashley had no thoughts left that were her own.They all belonged to the pain.She whimpered as she felt the next contraction start to rise, then let out a high-pitched yell that seemed to go on for hours.She panicked, thinking the pain wouldn’t end this time.This felt like death.Like there was no going back.She heard a nurse say, “Don’t fight the pain.Work with it.” Ashley just wanted it over.She wanted it out of her.The contraction started to fall off, and Ashley lay back.She wondered momentarily why Alex wasn’t there, but it hardly mattered.There was no need for him to be there.Her mother stood in the corner looking pale.Ashley had a wild thought that maybe her father had come in during the contraction.She looked around the room, peering at the faces of the two nurses and the doctor.She tried to study them; she had to make sure he hadn’t slipped in.The contraction started again before she could be sure, and the pain rose fast.She tried to fight it, but it was too strong.She couldn’t control it.She felt like her stomach was being crushed into a tight ball.She kept yelling until the pain stopped and she was panting on the bed.Ashley tried again to look at the faces in the room.Her father wasn’t there.He wouldn’t be there.Thank God.She hadn’t seen her father since he moved out, always making excuses to her mother so she wouldn’t have to visit him.The last time they were in the same room together was a few days after the actress’s lawyer had brought Brianna back.Ashley hadn’t missed Brianna as much as she thought she would.Of course, she missed the cuddles and the kisses, and every night Ashley would wake up because she thought she heard Brianna crying.There had been no real crying while Brianna was gone, though, and in the blissful silence, she could think.Ashley had started dating Alex.She was thinking about getting her GED.She even thought about taking some college classes with the money she had gotten from the adoption.Then, five months after she left, Brianna was back.It was immediate.They called and twenty minutes later dropped her off.The lawyer said they didn’t want the money back.And that was that.Alex was angry.She had told him about Brianna, but he hadn’t counted on ever meeting her.Her mother seemed fine with it, but then it was so hard to tell.It was her father who was the happiest.Ashley watched as he bounced the little girl on his knee and kissed her tiny face with his rough lips.Ashley knew she had to do something.She would rather that Brianna die than go through what she had.Ashley finally decided the best thing to do was write a note.She had taken a piece of paper and written, If you don’t move out, I will cut your balls off while you sleep.Then she tucked it under the windshield wiper of his car.She was surprised how well it worked [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.She heard a noise from down the hallway and saw a form appear from the shadows.She flipped the light switch nearest to her and saw Peter Littlefield.“Jesus, Peter,” she said.“You scared me to death.What are you doing here?”“I had that special opera review to write,” he said.“Right,” she said, nodding, wondering how many Santa Feans really read the paper for its up-to-date opera news.“You’re here early,” he said, peering over his glasses.“I forgot something,” she said, still clutching the photo to her chest.“Oh, you mean the picture of the Tamara,” he said, nodding.“I saw that in the copier.I knew she was working on a new piece, but I had no idea it was so intricate.”“I’m sorry, what?”“The photo,” he said.“I assume it’s of her new work.”“Whose new work?”“Tamara.She’s a fabulous naturalist.I mean, look at her use of color,” Peter said, reaching for the photo.Lucy turned it over to him, and he pointed out the sunflowers and the doll’s heads.“Tamara is an artist?”“Well, yes,” Peter said, frowning at Lucy.“She did the statues in front of the new judicial complex, and she has a few pieces hanging in the permanent collection at the capitol.”“How do you know she did this?” Lucy asked, waving her hand at the photo.“Are you kidding? This is classic Tamara,” he said.“Look, here and here, at these bones that are strung together in that delicate star shape? That’s one of her signature motifs.She did a whole piece using star bones last year at SITE Santa Fe.”“You’re positive she did this?” Lucy asked.“Absolutely,” he said.“Her themes always include religion, death, and innocence.”“How do you get all of that from this photo?” she asked, peering at it.“Look at the interpretation,” he said.“You have the inherent religious image of the statue, and death, of course, is represented by the bones.And see how she mixes it with the classic pop-culture symbols of innocence, the flowers and dolls?”“She works with bones?” Lucy asked, still not understanding.Not believing.“Why?”“Because you have to have death in order to have life, and art is all about life.”CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVESunday AfternoonAshley lay on the hospital bed motionless, waiting, tense.She heard a nurse telling her to relax, but Ashley knew that was impossible.How could she relax when she only had a few minutes before the worst pain in the world started again? The pain was in control of her body.Ashley had no thoughts left that were her own.They all belonged to the pain.She whimpered as she felt the next contraction start to rise, then let out a high-pitched yell that seemed to go on for hours.She panicked, thinking the pain wouldn’t end this time.This felt like death.Like there was no going back.She heard a nurse say, “Don’t fight the pain.Work with it.” Ashley just wanted it over.She wanted it out of her.The contraction started to fall off, and Ashley lay back.She wondered momentarily why Alex wasn’t there, but it hardly mattered.There was no need for him to be there.Her mother stood in the corner looking pale.Ashley had a wild thought that maybe her father had come in during the contraction.She looked around the room, peering at the faces of the two nurses and the doctor.She tried to study them; she had to make sure he hadn’t slipped in.The contraction started again before she could be sure, and the pain rose fast.She tried to fight it, but it was too strong.She couldn’t control it.She felt like her stomach was being crushed into a tight ball.She kept yelling until the pain stopped and she was panting on the bed.Ashley tried again to look at the faces in the room.Her father wasn’t there.He wouldn’t be there.Thank God.She hadn’t seen her father since he moved out, always making excuses to her mother so she wouldn’t have to visit him.The last time they were in the same room together was a few days after the actress’s lawyer had brought Brianna back.Ashley hadn’t missed Brianna as much as she thought she would.Of course, she missed the cuddles and the kisses, and every night Ashley would wake up because she thought she heard Brianna crying.There had been no real crying while Brianna was gone, though, and in the blissful silence, she could think.Ashley had started dating Alex.She was thinking about getting her GED.She even thought about taking some college classes with the money she had gotten from the adoption.Then, five months after she left, Brianna was back.It was immediate.They called and twenty minutes later dropped her off.The lawyer said they didn’t want the money back.And that was that.Alex was angry.She had told him about Brianna, but he hadn’t counted on ever meeting her.Her mother seemed fine with it, but then it was so hard to tell.It was her father who was the happiest.Ashley watched as he bounced the little girl on his knee and kissed her tiny face with his rough lips.Ashley knew she had to do something.She would rather that Brianna die than go through what she had.Ashley finally decided the best thing to do was write a note.She had taken a piece of paper and written, If you don’t move out, I will cut your balls off while you sleep.Then she tucked it under the windshield wiper of his car.She was surprised how well it worked [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]