Friday, 12 December 2008

Thomas Kinkade Sunday Outing painting

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metabolism seemed to have been dramatically accelerated by the experience of his own death twice in one day.This hotel bar, with its crowd of self-polished glitterati, was a favorite of Charming Manheim’s, a haunt from the early days of his . He wanted to think about it.Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He would have preferred denial to thought. Just forget it had happened. Turn away from it. Block the memory and get drunk.[228] Denial wasn’t an option, however, not with the three silvery bells from . In ordinary circumstances, however, Ethan would have chosen a joint without this flash, and with a comforting soaked-in-beer smell.The few other bars familiar to him were frequented by off-duty cops. The prospect of running into an old friend from the force, on this evening of all evenings, daunted him.During just one minute of conversation with any brother in the badge, regardless of how artfully Ethan tried to wear a happy face, he’d reveal himself to be deeply troubled. Then no self-respecting cop would be able to resist working him, either subtly or obviously, for the source of his worry.Right now he didn’t want to talk about what had happened to him

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