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It
goes
on
,
he
thought
.
The
internecine
hate
.
Perhaps
the
seeds
are
there
,
in
that
.
They
will
eat
one
another
at
last
,
and
leave
the
rest
of
us
here
and
there
in
the
world
,
still
alive
.
Still
enough
of
us
once
more
to
build
and
hope
and
make
a
few
simple
plans
.
At
one
o
’
clock
in
the
afternoon
,
Juliana
Frink
reached
Cheyenne
,
Wyoming
.
In
the
downtown
business
section
,
across
from
the
enormous
old
train
depot
,
she
stopped
at
a
cigar
store
and
bought
two
afternoon
newspapers
.
Parked
at
the
curb
she
searched
until
she
at
last
found
the
item
.
VACATION
ENDS
IN
FATAL
SLASHING
Sought
for
questioning
concerning
the
fatal
slashing
of
her
husband
in
their
swank
rooms
at
the
President
Garner
Hotel
in
Denver
,
Mr
.
Joe
Cinnadella
of
Canon
City
,
according
to
hotel
employees
,
left
immediately
after
what
must
have
been
the
tragic
climax
of
a
marital
quarrel
.
Razor
blades
found
in
the
room
,
ironically
supplied
as
a
convenience
by
the
hotel
to
its
guests
,
apparently
were
used
by
Mrs
.
Cinnadella
,
described
as
dark
,
attractive
,
well
-
dressed
and
slender
,
about
thirty
,
to
slash
the
throat
of
her
husband
,
whose
body
was
found
by
Theodore
Ferris
,
hotel
employee
who
had
picked
up
shirts
from
Cinnadella
just
half
an
hour
earlier
and
was
returning
them
as
instructed
,
only
to
come
onto
the
grisly
scene
.
The
hotel
suite
,
police
said
,
showed
signs
of
struggle
,
suggesting
that
a
violent
argument
had
…
So
he
’
s
dead
,
Juliana
thought
as
she
folded
up
the
newspaper
.
And
not
only
that
,
they
don
’
t
have
my
name
right
;
they
don
’
t
know
who
I
am
or
anything
about
me
.
Much
less
anxious
now
,
she
drove
on
until
she
found
a
suitable
motel
;
there
she
made
arrangements
for
a
room
and
carried
her
possessions
in
from
the
car
.
From
now
on
I
don
’
t
have
to
hurry
,
she
said
to
herself
.
I
can
even
wait
until
evening
to
go
to
the
Abendsens
’
;
that
way
I
’
ll
be
able
to
wear
my
new
dress
.
It
wouldn
’
t
do
to
show
up
during
the
day
with
it
on
—
you
just
don
’
t
wear
a
formal
dress
like
that
before
dinner
.
And
I
can
finish
reading
the
book
.
She
made
herself
comfortable
in
the
motel
room
,
turning
on
the
radio
,
getting
coffee
from
the
motel
lunch
counter
;
she
propped
herself
up
on
the
neatly
made
bed
with
the
new
unread
clean
copy
of
The
Grasshopper
which
she
had
bought
at
the
hotel
bookshop
in
Denver
.
At
six
-
fifteen
in
the
evening
she
finished
the
book
.
I
wonder
if
Joe
got
to
the
end
of
it
?
she
wondered
.
There
’
s
so
much
more
in
it
than
he
understood
.
What
is
it
Abendsen
wanted
to
say
?
Nothing
about
his
make
-
believe
world
.
Am
I
the
only
one
who
knows
?
I
’
ll
bet
I
am
;
nobody
else
really
understands
Grasshopper
but
me
—
they
just
imagine
they
do
.
