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Then Bob said, 'You see what I meant earlier when I said we have a thousand questions of our own.'

Although he'd finished more than half of his second drink, Joe felt no effect from the 7-and-7. He had never seen a picture of Nora Vadance; nevertheless, the mental image he held of a faceless woman in a patio chair with a butcher knife was sufficiently sobering to counter twice the amount of whiskey that he had drunk.

The Delmanns were physicians. He was an internist specializing in cardiology, and she was both internist and ophthalmologist. They were prominent in the community, because in addition to their regular medical practices, they had founded and continued to oversee a free clinic for children in East Los Angeles and another in South Central.

The metropolis glowed, a luminous fungus festering along the coast. Like spore clouds, the sour-yellow radiance rose and smeared the sky. Nevertheless, a few stars were visible: icy, distant light.

Clarise said, 'What'll you do now, Joe?'

Although he'd finished more than half of his second drink, Joe felt no effect from the 7-and-7. He had never seen a picture of Nora Vadance; nevertheless, the mental image he held of a faceless woman in a patio chair with a butcher knife was sufficiently sobering to counter twice the amount of whiskey that he had drunk.

As Clarise and Bob followed him onto the porch, Joe said, 'When they found Nora, was the photograph of Tom's grave with her?'

Bob said, 'No. It was on the kitchen table. At the very end, she didn't carry it with her.'

Then Bob said, 'You see what I meant earlier when I said we have a thousand questions of our own.'

Clarise said, 'And consider this-the Los Angeles Times was open beside her plate-'

The woman you described on the video was deeply depressed or in an altered state of some kind. How could she have had the mental clarity or the patience to make such a complicated breakfast?'

When Joe told her his name, before he could say that his family had been on Flight 353, she exclaimed, to his surprise, 'My God, we were just talking about you!'

'Something's wrong, Joe. Something's wrong big time.'

'Be careful,' she said.

As though they were friends of long experience, Clarise put her arms around Joe and hugged him. 'I hope this Rose is a good person, like you think. I hope you find her. And whatever she has to tell you, I hope it brings you some peace, Joe.'

'-and she was reading the comics,' Bob finished.

Clarise said, 'What'll you do now, Joe?'

Moved, he returned her embrace. 'Thanks, Clarise.'

They shook hands. The handshake became a brotherly hug.

'Be careful,' she said.

Grabbing his hand, pulling him across the threshold into the marble-floored foyer, pushing the door shut with her hip, she didn't take her astonished gaze from him. 'Lisa was telling us about your wife and daughters, about how you just dropped out, went away. But now here you are, here you are.'

They shook hands. The handshake became a brotherly hug.

'-and she was reading the comics,' Bob finished.

Moved, he returned her embrace. 'Thanks, Clarise.'

'-and she was reading the comics,' Bob finished.

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