He had stared at Mona for a moment, and then he had gone off fast down the corridor to find a phone he could use in private, to call certainly not before that. The expression on his face had been so wrathful, so dark. Couldn't live in a place that didn't purr like this now and then, she thought, walking back the broken pavements of First Street.Īaron Lightner had taken one long look at Rowan and then walked out of the room. Maybe every time it got warm enough, they woke up. Seems they sang at all different times of the year. She had never figured out if there was a season for cicadas. It seemed early in the year for them, but she was glad, she loved the sound. Mona got off the car in front of Pierce and crossed quickly over to the river side, cut across Jackson and started up St. And the most amazing thing about her constant optimism was that she was clearly going to marry Aaron Lightner, and if anybody knew something horrible had happened it was Lightner, beyond doubt.
And gone back up to Amelia Street to make sure everyone had something to eat. She was the one who came three or four times a year to visit Ancient Evelyn, even during periods when Ancient Evelyn had not talked for six months.Īnd there she was at the house now fussing in the bedroom, most likely. She was the one who went to call on poor crazy Deirdre and take her candy, which she could not eat, and silk negligees she never wore. Guys at minimum wage with loaded thirty-eighties.īeatrice had always taken that position. There was no group smaller than six or seven. All the women were gathered in at various houses. No further assaults had been made on Mayfair women. Charles Avenue, the small Manhattan-style canyon of office buildings, then around Lee Circle and on uptown. Mona and Pierce sat quiet together on a wooden seat as the car screeched and roared through lower St. When the humid summer came on, they would be as disheveled and half-naked as everyone else. The tourists wore bright, neatly pressed clothes because the weather was still cool. And protecting Jenn would be too much hard work. Beatrice was the one who kept insisting on normal procedures, who kept refusing to believe that anythinghorrible had really happened, that they should send for specialists and take more tests. In a way, Beatrice Mayfair had been the biggest nuisance and the biggest consolation the entire time. However crude, these measures had been relentless and effective for the family.Ĭlancy called earlier. You could almost feel the quiet surround you, press against you, lift you out of yourself. The world of the columns and the magnolias began. The oaks sprang up, huge, dark and hovering over the Avenue. It was almost magical what happened at the corner of Jackson and St.
And by the time Gerald hit the pavement, there was no sign of him in sight. What did it matter? It had definitely been Dr. Charles Avenue, towards Jackson.You be careful now, a cabdriver had said, begrudgingly perhaps because the doctor wouldn't hire the taxi. Samuel Larkin had been last seen walking fast up St. Others were off-duty New Orleans policemen in their customary blue.
Some of the guards wore khaki and were from a private agency. As they reached Prytania they could see people outside the big house, see the cars parked.
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