Georgia O'Keeffe From the Lake No. 1 painting

Georgia O'Keeffe From the Lake No. 1 paintingMark Rothko Orange and Yellow paintingMark Rothko Orange and Yellow painting
his apartment, Ethan had retrieved the six black-box items from a cabinet and had arranged them on his desk in the order that they had been received.] The phone was near at hand, where he could intercept calls to Fric should that line in fact ring, and where he would notice the indicator light on Line 24 if it signaled additional incoming calls. Traffic on this messages...For some reason, Ethan’s attention drifted to the phone, though it hadn’t rung. No indicator light burned on Line 24 or on any of the first twenty-three.He tipped the Coke can, took a swallow.Beetles, snails, foreskins ... Ooodelee-ooodelee-oo.Maybe Mr. Truman had slipped and fallen and hit his head, and maybe he lay unconscious, oblivious of the ringing. Or maybe he had been carried off into a land beyond a mirror. Or maybe he had just -from-the-dead line seemed to be increasing, which disturbed him for reasons he could not articulate, and he wanted to keep an eye on the situation.Sitting in his desk chair with a can of Coke, he considered the elements of the riddle.The small jar containing twenty-two dead ladybugs. Hippodamia convergens, of the family Coccinellidae.Another, larger jar into which he had transferred the ten dead snails. An uglier sight by the day.A pickle-relish jar holding nine foreskins in formaldehyde. The tenth had been destroyed by the lab in the process of analysis.The closed drapes muffled the snap of rain on glass, the threat of wind enraged.Beetles, snails, foreskins