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“Do you talk?” I whispered

“He does I only laugh He says … He says”

“What?”

“After all this time, he loves me”

“You say?”

“Nothing Not right I made … trouble”

“You see him clearly?”

“Oh, no He sits out in no light Or stands behind h he died and I’m dead”

“And whose voice is it, Emily?”

“Why …” She hesitated Then her face lit “Arby, of course”

“Arby … ?”

“Arby,” she said, and swayed, staring at the last lit candle “Arby Made it through Or guess so So one He lived to coraveyard The hammer The blood Ah, God! I’m killed Me!” She shrieked and sank down in her chair

Her eyes and lips sealed tight She was done and still and back to being a statue forever No bells, no incense would stir that mask I called her name, softly

But now she built a new glass coffin and shut the lid