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Chapter 25

           Theharpsichordbeganalonglute-stoppassage,anewmovement,asgentleasrain,thesoundsstealingthroughthehouse,mysterious,remote-soundingharmonies.Therecordercameinwithanadagiolikeslownessandgravity,momentarilywobbledoff-key,thenrecovered.Itiptoedtotheopendoorofthemusicroom,buttheresomethingheldmebackanoddchildlikefeeling,ofmisbehavingafterbedtime.Thedoorwaswideopen,butitopenedtowardstheharpsichord,andtheedgeofoneofthebookshelvesblockedtheviewthroughthecrack.Themusiccametoanend.Achairshifted,myheartraced,Conchisspokeasingleindistinguishablewordinalowvoice.Iflattenedmyselfagainstthewall.Therewasarustle.Someonewasstandingatthedoorofthemusicroom.Itwasaslimgirlofaboutmyownheight,inherearlytwenties.Inonehandsheheldarecorder,intheotherasmallcrimsonfluebrushforit.Shewaswearingawide-collared,blue-and-white-stripeddressthatleftherarmsbare.Therewasabraceletaboveoneelbow,andtheskirtcamedownnarrow-bottomedalmosttoherankles.Shehadaravishinglyprettyface,butcompletelyuntanned,withoutanymakeup,andherhair,heroutline,theuprightwaysheheldherself,everythingaboutherwasoffortyyearsbefore.IknewIwassupposedtobelookingatLily.Itwasunmistakablythesamegirlasinthephotographs;especiallythatonthecabinetofcuiiosa.TheBotticelliface;gray-violeteyes.

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