Olhado sat in the living room, earphones on as usual; tonight, though, he also had the interface jack attached tohis eye. Apparently, he was retrieving old visual memories from the computer, or perhaps dumping out some hehad been carrying with him. As so many times before, she wished she could also dump out her visual memoriesand wipe them clean, replace them with more pleasant ones. Pipo's corpse, that would be one she'd gladly be ridof, to be replaced by some of the golden glorious days with the three of them together in the Zenador's Station.And Libo's body wrapped in its cloth, that sweet flesh held together only by the winding fabric; she would like tohave instead other memories of his body, the touch of his lips, the expressiveness of his delicate hands. But thegood memories fled, buried too deep under the pain. cheap burberry handbags I stole them all, those good days, and so they were takenback and replaced by what I deserved. Olhado turned to face her, the jack emerging obscenely from his eye. She could not control her shudder, hershame. I'm sorry, she said silently. If you had had another mother, you would doubtless still have your eye. You were born to be the best, the healthiest, the wholest of my children, Lauro, but of course nothing from my wombcould be left intact for long. burberry leather jacket She said nothing of this, of course, just as Olhado said nothing to her. She turned to go back to her room andfind out why the light was on. "Mother," said Olhado. He had taken the earphones off, and was twisting the jack out of his eye. "Yes?" "We have a visitor," he said. "The Speaker. moncler vest " She felt herself go cold inside. Not tonight, she screamed silently. But she also knew that she would not want tosee him tomorrow, either, or the next day, or ever. "His pants are clean now, and he's in your room changing back into them. I hope you don't mind." Ela emerged from the kitchen.
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