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I had no idea how he could bear to sit on such a...I had no idea how he could bear to sit on such a rockHe flipped through the little windows meant for photographs and important documents, then stopped and slid out a photograph of a darkhaired, dark-eyed woman in a white sleeveless 411 blouseShe looked about thirtyShe was a heartstopperI started to hand the picture back and he shook his headHe was choosing another photoI took it, though, when he handed it over It was Julia Wireman in miniatureThat same dark hair, framing a pale, perfect faceThose same dark solemn eyes "Esmeralda," Wireman said"The other half of my heart "Esmeralda," I saidI thought the eyes looking out of this photograph white ceramic chanel watch and the eyes looking up at Candy Brown in The Picture were almost the same But maybe all children's eyes are the sameMy arm began to itchThe one that had been burnt up in a hospital incineratorI scratched at it and got my ribs Wireman took the pictures back, kissed each with a brief, dry ardor that was terrible to see, and returned them to their transparent sleevesIt took him a little while, because his hands had picked up a trembleAnd, I suppose, he was having trouble seeing"You actually don't even have to 412 watch those old numbers, amigoIf you close your eyes you can hear them falling into place: Click and click and clickSome guys just tiffany's necklace strike lucky Hotcha!" He popped his tongue against the roof of his mouthThe sound was shockingly loud in the little sedan "When Ez was three, Julia signed on part-time with an outfit called Work Fair, Immigration Solutions in downtown OmahaShe helped Spanish-speakers with and without green cards get jobs, and she helped start illegals who wanted citizenship on the right roadJust a little storefront outfit, low profile, but they did a lot more practical good than all the marches and sign-wavingIn Wireman's humble opinion He pressed his hands against his eyes and drew a deep, shuddering breathThen he let his palms fall on top of the chanel bags wholesale file-folder with a thump "When it happened, I was in Kansas City on businessJulia spent Monday to Thursday mornings at Work FairI could have sued and broken that place - beggared the women who ran it - but I didn'tBecause even in my grief, I understood that what happened to 413 Esmeralda could have happened to anyone's child It's all just la loter?a, entiendes? Once our firm sued a Venetian blind company - I wasn't personally involved - when a baby lying in his crib got hold of the draw-cord, swallowed it, and choked to deathThe parents won and there was a payout, but their baby was just as dead, and if it hadn't been the cord, it might have been louis vuitton wallets something elseThe ID tag off the dog's collar"With Ez it was the marbleShe pulled it down her throat during playtime and choked to death "Wireman, Jesus! I'm so sorry!" "She was still alive when they got her to the hospitalThe woman from the daycare called both Julia's office and mineShe was babbling-crazy, insaneJulia went tearing out of Work Fair, got into her car, drove like hellThree blocks from the hospital she had a head-on collision with an Omaha Public Works truckShe was killed instantly By then our daughter had probably already been dead for twenty minutesThat Mary medallion you held for me 414 He fell silent, and the silence spun chanel shopping bags3:04 AM - Friday, February 5, 2010
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