Charlotte Chapter 5 Post 1
IN THE AFTERNOON, I decide to take a nap and Charlotte invites me to do it in her small apartment. Lying there, my mind churns and I pick up that in her last, almost laconic statement, was an implication that Claire may have seen–in a figurative rather than ocular sense–something that threatenedsomeone. When Meredith dropped …
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Charlotte Chapter 4 Post 2
“‘RAGE, RAGE, against the dying of the light,’” I say, quoting Dylan Thomas. “But, what can be done now to see if that theory about toxins is true?” Meredith asks. “I asked the doctor about exhuming the body for an autopsy; while he was skeptical, he did not dismiss it. Instead, he said that if …
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Charlotte Chapter 4 Post 1
I TELL CHAR that Meredith and I would like to take her out for breakfast. Her reply is instantaneous: “I usually have a bagel and coffee, so that would be a treat. Pick me up at nine o’clock.” We do, and as we are getting into Meredith’s car, Char says to her, “Don’t know why you and I never spent some time together. I really loved your grandmother. She and I had a special connection.” “I know that. She spoke of you …
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