"They showed us their best cowsWe were there in...
"They showed us their best cowsWe were there in the early spring when they haven't been out to pasture yetThey're living under the house and the chalet is on topPorcelain stoves, very ornate / don't understand how you could be so shortsightedSo taken in by a girl who was obviously crazyThere was no bringing her back thereShe wasn't the same girl that she'd beenSomething had gone wrongI just thought she was so fat and so angry that something very bad must have gone on at homeThat's where everything always goes wrongand they gave us wine that they made, little things to eat, and so friendly," Dawn said"When we went back the second time it was fallThe cows live up in the mountains all summer and they milk them and the cow that made the most milk all summer would be the deville watch first one to come down with a great bell on her neckThat was the number-one cowThey put flowers on her horns and had great celebrationsWhen they come down from the high mountain pastures they come down in a line, the leading cow the first one What if she went on to kill somebody else? Isn't that a bit of a responsibility? She did, you knowShe killed three more peopleWhat do you think of that? Don't say these things just to torture meI'm telling you something! She killed three more people! You could have prevented that! You're torturing meYou're trying to torture meShe killed three more people! "And all the people, all the children, the girls and the women who had been milking all summer would come in beautiful clothes, all dressed in Swiss outfits, and a band, music, a big mulberry leather bag fiesta down in the squareAnd then the cows would all go in for the winter in the barns under the housesVery clean and very niceOh, that was an occasion, seeing thatSeymour took lots of pictures of all their cows so we could put them on the projector "Seymour took pictures?" his mother asked"I thought you couldn't take a picture if it killed you," and she leaned over and kissed him"My wonderful son," whispered Sylvia Levov, in her eyes adoring admiration shining for her firstborn boy "Well, he did back then, the wonderful sonHe was a Leica man back then," Dawn was saying"You took good pictures, didn't you, dear?" Yes, he hadThat was him all rightThat was the wonderful son himself who had taken the pictures, who had bought Merry the Swiss girl's outfit, who had bought cheap tiffany's jewelry Dawn the jewelry in Lausanne, and who had told his brother and Sheila that Merry killed four peopleWho had bought for the family, as a memento of Zug, of the gloriously Switzerlandish state of their lives, the ceramic candelabra, now half encased with candle drippings, and who had told his brother and Sheila that Merry killed four peopleWho had been a Leica man and told those two--the two he could least trust in the world and over whom he had no control--what Merry had done "Where else did you go?" Sheila asked Dawn, careful to give no indication that in the car she would tell Shelly, and Shelly would say, "My God, my God"; because he was such a mild and decent person, he might even cryBut when they got home, the instant they were home, the first thing he would do vintage hermes would be to call the policeOnce before he had harbored this murdererThat had been frightening, awful, brutally nerve-rackingBut only one was dead, and bad as it was, you could wrap your mind around that number--and as his wife had insisted, as idiotically, he had agreed, they had no alternative; the girl was her client, a promise had been made, professional conscience wouldn't allowThis was unacceptableFour innocent people, to kill them off--no, this was barbarism, gruesome, depraved, this was evil, and they certainly did have an alternative: the lawObligation to the lawThey knew where she wasThey could be prosecuted for keeping a secret like thisNo, it was not going to spin any farther out of Shelly's controlShelly would phone the police--he had toSeymour Levov knows the replica miu miu addNo comments:
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