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A
small
woman
walked
in
through
the
door
,
and
hesitated
.
Her
hair
was
a
coppery
red
,
and
her
clothes
were
expensive
and
very
black
.
Widow
’
s
weeds
,
thought
Shadow
,
who
knew
her
well
.
Audrey
Burton
,
Robbie
’
s
wife
.
Audrey
was
holding
a
sprig
of
violets
,
wrapped
at
the
base
with
silver
foil
.
It
was
the
kind
of
thing
a
child
would
make
in
June
,
thought
Shadow
.
But
violets
were
out
of
season
.
She
walked
across
the
room
,
to
Laura
’
s
casket
.
Shadow
followed
her
.
Laura
lay
with
her
eyes
closed
,
and
her
arms
folded
across
her
chest
.
She
wore
a
conservative
blue
suit
he
did
not
recognize
.
Her
long
brown
hair
was
out
of
her
eyes
.
It
was
his
Laura
and
it
was
not
:
her
repose
,
he
realized
,
was
what
was
unnatural
.
Laura
was
always
such
a
restless
sleeper
.
Audrey
placed
her
sprig
of
summer
violets
on
Laura
’
s
chest
.
Then
she
worked
her
mouth
for
a
moment
and
spat
,
hard
,
onto
Laura
’
s
dead
face
.
The
spit
caught
Laura
on
the
cheek
,
and
began
to
drip
down
toward
her
ear
.
Audrey
was
already
walking
toward
the
door
.
Shadow
hurried
after
her
.
"
Audrey
?
"
he
said
.
"
Shadow
?
Did
you
escape
?
Or
did
they
let
you
out
?
"
He
wondered
if
she
were
taking
tranquilizers
.
Her
voice
was
distant
and
detached
.
