The old-fashioned dress, with its series of ruffles and printed flowers, ballooned treacherously, revealing her well-turned leg in silk stockings, as it snapped against her body as a mould. “How’s the star?” John’s father asked. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. “I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. ‘I knew it. I bring you tidings of an old friend. ‘Obsessed, that’s what you are.
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