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Posted: Mon 5:09, 14 Feb 2011 Post subject: On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published bbaafjlf |
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way radio signals sometimes do late at
night. I went into the north bedroomundressedand crawled onto the top sheet of my unmade bed.
I fell asleep almost at once.
I woke in the middle of the night with someone running a hot finger up and down the middle of
my back. I rolled over and when the lightning flashedI saw there was a woman in bed with me. It
was Sara Tidwell. She was grinning. There were no pupils in her eyes. 'Oh sugarI'm almost back'
she whispered in the dark. I had a sense of her reaching out for me againbut when the next flash of
lightning camethat side of the bed was empty.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Inspiration isn't always a matter of ghosts moving magnets around on refrigerator doorsand on
Tuesday morning I had a flash that was a beaut. It came while I was shaving and thinking about
nothing more than remembering the beer for the party. And like the best inspirationsit came out of
nowhere at all.
I hurried into the living roomnot quite runningwiping the shaving cream off my face with a
towel as I went. I glanced briefly at the Tough Stuff crossword collection lying on top of my
manuscript. That had been where I'd gone first in an effort to decipher 'go down nineteen' and 'go
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