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Molly
’
s
body
.
Case
stared
,
his
mouth
open
.
But
it
wasn
’
t
Molly
;
it
was
Molly
as
Riviera
imagined
her
.
The
breasts
were
wrong
,
the
nipples
larger
,
too
dark
.
Riviera
and
the
limbless
torso
writhed
together
on
the
bed
,
crawled
over
by
the
hands
with
their
bright
nails
.
The
bed
was
thick
now
with
folds
of
yellowed
,
rotting
lace
that
crumbled
at
a
touch
.
Motes
of
dust
boiled
around
Riviera
and
the
twitching
limbs
,
the
scurrying
,
pinching
,
caressing
hands
.
Case
glanced
at
Molly
.
Her
face
was
blank
;
the
colors
of
Riviera
’
s
projection
heaved
and
turned
in
her
mirrors
.
Armitage
was
leaning
forward
,
his
hands
round
the
stem
of
a
wineglass
,
his
pale
eyes
fixed
on
the
stage
,
the
glowing
room
.
Now
limbs
and
torso
had
merged
,
and
Riviera
shuddered
.
The
head
was
there
,
the
image
complete
.
Molly
’
s
face
,
with
smooth
quicksilver
drowning
the
eyes
.
Riviera
and
the
Molly
image
began
to
couple
with
a
renewed
intensity
.
Then
the
image
slowly
extended
a
clawed
hand
and
extruded
its
five
blades
.
With
a
languorous
,
dreamlike
deliberation
,
it
raked
Riviera
’
s
bare
back
.
Case
caught
a
glimpse
of
exposed
spine
,
but
he
was
already
up
and
stumbling
for
the
door
.
He
vomited
over
a
rosewood
railing
into
the
quiet
waters
of
the
lake
.
Something
that
had
seemed
to
close
around
his
head
like
a
vise
had
released
him
now
.
Kneeling
,
his
cheek
against
the
cool
wood
,
he
stared
across
the
shallow
lake
at
the
bright
aura
of
the
Rue
Jules
Verne
.
Case
had
seen
the
medium
before
;
when
he
’
d
been
a
teenager
in
the
Sprawl
,
they
’
d
called
it
,
'
dreaming
real
.
’
He
remembered
thin
Puerto
Ricans
under
East
Side
streetlights
,
dreaming
real
to
the
quick
beat
of
a
salsa
,
dreamgirls
shuddering
and
turning
,
the
onlookers
clapping
in
time
.
But
that
had
needed
a
van
full
of
gear
and
a
clumsy
trode
helmet
.
What
Riviera
dreamed
,
you
got
.
Case
shook
his
aching
head
and
spat
into
the
lake
.
He
could
guess
the
end
,
the
finale
.
There
was
an
inverted
symmetry
:
Riviera
puts
the
dreamgirl
together
,
the
dreamgirl
takes
him
apart
.
With
those
hands
.
Dreamblood
soaking
the
rotten
lace
.
Cheers
from
the
restaurant
,
applause
.
Case
stood
and
ran
his
hands
over
his
clothes
.
He
turned
and
walked
back
into
the
Vingtime
Sicle
.
