. are you with the laundry police?" What the hell do they do?" Catch women getting off on the equipment, probably." No. No police." Yes, then. Yes, I ...as getting a buzz. Alright?" Very alright." Oh. Sorry, Alan. How can I tell what to say?" I don't think there are rules. I'm sorry I interrupted." It's okay." Or at least that I wasn't a little later." Oh, I wouldn't have been much ... Oh, shit." Much longer?" Yeah. Yeah, much longer."Alan turned and hoisted himself up on the washer next to. The temple was likely a treasure trove of Lu'ai artefacts, but Lumley was far more interested to hear it held the secret behind the Embraced. Exactly what he didn't know. At this point the girl had gone sullen and refused to talk any more.Even after Lumley had slapped her around the face a couple of times.When Lumley had announced his intention to visit the temple he'd been surprised at the response. The entire village had thrown a party in his honour. They must have thought he was going to. He stood back waiting. Ronnie began to speak to the dead the way grieving people often do. There were certain intimacies she could only share with the cold hard black marble. The withered woman whispered raspy half-voiced words and then spoke silently, no vowels, no consonants. The un-voiced words were appearing only inside her brain like painful subtitles to a tragic movie with the volume muted. Ronnie realized it didn’t matter what was voiced. Rob could not hear her. He had died forty-two. (they hurt baby, they to tight) …. … i put my stocking on, then my skirt … when i go to put my bra on, you stop me … <, what do you think your doing? your not gonna wear a bra>, … (but baby, i need to wear a bra) … i see your face turning red, i know your mad … … you hook a chain to each clamp, then bring the chain to my waist and attach it … … i go and get a shirt to wear and put it on, then i put my heels on, grab my purse and go downstairs … (im going now, i shouldnt be long) … i bend to.