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Emanuel a killer. He always had it in him, I thought, but it was a crazy thought. I never voiced it... until now. You were an acolyte, were you not? You admired some of his women? I was a sycophant, Madame. I admired his work. Then youre sad about this. Surprised. But not sad? she asked, curious. If he did it. then Im furious with him. Its a betrayal of all the untherapied. He was one of our greats. Well be hounded till our deaths, our styles will be degraded, our works shunned. That bad. Richard nodded almost hopefully as if anticipating the ordeal. This transform pd you met... She was not negroid, you say, but she was black. Oriental in some features, Madame. Black nemesis. Id like to meet this woman sometime ... Elegant, composed, I presume? Very. One of the therapied? I would think so. She had the air of the combs. There was once a time when police, public defenders, were underpaid, lower class. I remember, Madame. They probably enjoy coming into the shade. Emanuel lived on the third foot of East Comb One, Madame. She nodded, remembering. I wouldnt worry if he is caught and convicted, she said, voice light as down. He was never really one of us. Untherapied, yes, but a natural needs no such thing. We are none of us naturals, my dear. We are merely untherapied. Our badge of mock protest. Oh, no. Emanuel will dishonor a much higher category than ours. Madame de Roche dismissed him and his spirits fell immediately he was outside the door. + More and more I am nothing without someone. To be alone is to be in bad company. Richard paced one yard this way one yard that on the root heaved concrete. Five minutes after a signal from his beeper another little rounded white autobus hummed into the eucalyptus screen and opened its wide doors. Destination, the bus asked him, voice pleasantly androgynous. + People. A place that brings an end to a rough. Richard gave an address in Glendale on Pacific, an avenue leading to and in shade of East Comb Three. A literary lounge where home brew could be had and most important of all where he would not be alone. Perhaps there he could tell the tale again maximum effect maximum purgation. + Black nemesis. Work on that. One hour, the bus told him. So long? Many calls. Please come aboard. Richard boarded and took a strap.
    Moses came down from Horeb, hair on fire with God, Gods soot around his lips where he had eaten the pwasy leaves of the burning bush, his humanity blasted from him, leaving him like carbon steel touch him he might ring, and contemplated his future. A leader of men. And women. He sat near his dear wife Zipporah in the dark and cursed his misfortune. Men didnt know what they wanted, or how to go about getting it They did whatever came into their minds first. They hated at the drop of a hat and spurned love because they feared being taken advantage of. They leaped into violence before an angel could blink, and then called their murder and destruction valorous, and boasted of it and wept while drunk. And women! Did not carbon steel deserve something more? Give me a glorious task, Lord, away from this rabble. And that was when God descended and was sore vexed with him, making the land outside their tent quiver. Zipporak daughter of Jethro said, Moses, Moses, what have you done now? I have thought unworthy thoughts/ Moses said, hoping that was enough to mollify God, but the landscape turned bloodred and the sky filled with bloody clouds. Moses, even carbon steel, was afraid. Zipporah came upon the clever expedient of lopping off their poor sons foreskin, touching Moses with the blood, and then the door frame. Stay away from my husband! she cried. Hes a good man. Take my son, but not my husband! Moses hid behind the daughter of Jethro and understood clearly the weakness of his people.
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    Mary Cboy came back to the frozen apartment at thirteen, having been off six hours, barely time for catnap vinegar bath and paperwork. She had requested full time for this case and was certain she would