Fric’s strong heart rapped hard against his ribs, pulsed
in
cheap louis vuitton handbags his
throat, throbbed in his temples. He had claimed not to be scared, but he was
scared, all right, too scared to come up with a single smart-ass remark or to
speak at all.
[319] Yet the churning voices intrigued him, compelled his
attention. The hunger in them, the intense yearning, the pitiful desperation,
the melancholy longing wove a poignant song that strummed the cords of his
abiding loneliness, that spoke to him and assured him that he need not suffer
solitude, that companionship was
chanel bags sale his for the
asking, that purpose and meaning and family were all his if only he would open
his heart to them.
Even when wordless, when bursting with ripe
obscenities that ought to have repelled Fric, the guttural chorus, full of growl
and hiss, steadily soothed his terror. His heart continued to pound, but moment
by moment, the power driving its frenzied hammering was less fear than
excitement. Everything could change. Utterly. Completely. Now and forever.
Change in an instant. He could have a new
chanel bags outlet life and a
better one simply for the asking, a life from which all loneliness would be
banished, all uncertainty, all confusion and self-doubt and weakness.
...
Fric opened his mouth to issue what all but certainly would have
been an invitation similar to those that users of a Ouija board were well
advised to avoid. Before he could speak, he was distracted by movement at the
periphery of his vision.
When he turned to look at what had drawn his
attention, Fric saw that the
chanel bags stretchy, coiled
cord between the handset and the telephone, once a clean white length of
vinyl-coated wires, now appeared to be organic, pink and slick, like that rope
of tissue that tied a mother to a newborn baby. A pulse throbbed through the
cord, slow and thick, but strong, moving from the phone box on the floor to the
handset that he held, toward his ear, as if in anticipation of the invitation
that trembled on his tongue.
Sitting at the desk in his
study,
cheap chanel bags eating a ham
sandwich, trying to puzzle meaning from Reynerd’s six taunting gifts, Ethan
found his thoughts drifting repeatedly to Duncan Whistler.
[320] In the
garden room at Our Lady of Angels, when he had initially learned that Dunny’s
body had gone missing, he had known intuitively that the uncanny events at
Reynerd’s apartment and Dunny’s dead-man-walking stunt were related. Later,
Dunny’s apparent involvement in the murder of Reynerd, though unexpected, had
been no surprise.