She went about the gory business of disposing of the bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like overcooked, ruined meat. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. People had started filling the hall: instrumentalists, overly conscientious parents. The likeness was ridiculous. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. Furious shouting, and the thunder of running feet. In another minute, the tramp of horses' feet told that the perpetrators of the outrage had effected their escape. She agreed entirely with her brother. Her thought spoke aloud. It was immediately opened by a man with light eyelashes and a manner suggestive of restrained passion. Brown gave four counts and she delivered her first a cappella violin solo.
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