Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Edward Hopper Ground Swell painting

Edward Hopper Ground Swell paintingEdward Hopper Western Motel paintingEdgar Degas Dancers in Pink painting
Glad that he had covered the knife with a dishtowel, Fric said, “What calls?”“From the heavy breather.”“Oh. Yeah. The breathernot throughout the house but only in the room where Fric could hear it.Fric longed to explain this crazy situation to Mr. Truman and to reveal all the weird events of the previous evening. Even as he worked up the courage to spill his guts, however, he thought of the six psychiatrists who would be eager to earn hundreds of thousands of bucks [344] by keeping him on a couch, talking about the stress of being the only child of the biggest movie star in the world.”“Are you sure he didn’t say anything to you?”“Breathed. He just, you know, breathed.”“The odd thing is—none of the calls you told me about are on the log.”Well, of course, now that Fric understood these calls were being made by a supernatural, mirror-walking being who referred to himself as a guardian angel and who only used the idea of a telephone, he was not surprised that they weren’t recorded as entries in the log. He also wasn’t any longer puzzled about why Mr. Truman hadn’t picked up on the call the previous night, even though it had rung just about forever: Mysterious Caller always knew where Fric was—train room, wine cellar, library—and using his uncanny powers and only the idea of a phone, he made Fric’s line ring

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