But it didn't. Each marble mantelpiece -- one snow white and the other of black and gold -- had its distinct detail, and there I could read the book in her hands if I wanted to. Pops never went out back.
But Virginia Lee. I waited until my head cleared, and then I went up the stairs and through the open doorway, the door itself having been pushed aside. Now ask yourself again, Where did the spirit of Lynelle go? Where did the spirit of Sweetheart go? Where did the spirit of Pops go?’ I sat waiting and there was no answer. And just before consciousness left me entirely, I heard her speak.
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