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Alma
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Part 2

Page 8: — The dark lady

A long dark space with dim figures and shapes on either side.  A pool table at the back is brightly lit, and a figure in a black cloak, hooded, wearing high heeled boots, is leaning over it to take a shot.  The pose is dramatic, her pool cue is metallic, and only the cue ball is on the table.  This is the dark lady — at no point in the book is her face visible. 

 

She was in the back, shooting pool by herself. 

A booth in a dimly lit bar.  Scarred table surface.  Alma's face is well lit, very pale, almost white, frightened.  A few veins are drawn on her neck again and she looks as if she might faint.  The dark lady's face is hidden by the hood of the cape.  The fingers that can be glimpsed emerging from her sleeve to hold the stem of the wine goblet is skeletal — just bones (although this is not too obvious at first glance).  Both wine goblets are polished silver.  Alma's has fallen over and the wine has made a puddle on the surface of the table, but its color and consistency look more like blood than wine. 

 

She looked up and saw me.  She came over immediately, like she'd been waiting for me, and we got a booth.  I don't remember what she said, but I was in bad shape.  Someone brought us wine.  I knocked mine over as soon as I reached for it. 

I didn't know what to say.  I didn't know how to begin.  I couldn't put into words why I'd come.  I wanted to leave. 

"Let's go through there," she said.  "Together.  "  She gestured and I turned to look. 

I recognized the door she pointed to, a beautiful mahogany door guarded by an attendant.  I hadn't noticed it before, but I'd been through it many times. 


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