Gockel Spring Bouquet III

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change before his eyes, about to shift into one far more dazzling, and fearsome.Ladybugs, snails, foreskins ...Line 24, engaged.The faraway voice echoed in his memory, like the cries of sea gulls, melancholy in a mist: Ethan, Ethan ..., stronger here than in Forever Roses.The skin crawling on the back of his neck, across his scalp, was the result less of ordinary fear than of humbling awe. A cool quiver in the pit of his stomach.He had no key to the forbidden room behind the blue door, where calls on Line 24 were recorded. Suddenly he was in a mood that made keys unimportant.With an intuitive sense of urgency that he could not explain but that he trusted, Ethan ran from the apartment to the back stairs and all the way to the third floor.Phone calls from the dead.Ladybugs, snails, foreskins ...The indicator lamp: a tiny version of the dome light high atop Our Lady of Angels Hospital, the last line on the phone board, last line, last chance, last hope.Ethan caught the scent of roses. There were no roses in the apartment.[521] In his mind’s eye: Broadway roses on her grave, red-gold blooms against wet grass.The fragrance of roses grew stronger, intense. The scent was real, not imagined