Frantically Winking Only Did So Much
the ancient experiment of pinching- back to the Gauntlet of Brazen Hussies
- no idea how much blood
- my impression of Ben Affleck
- could not be expected to evince surprise at *anything* that was done at the funeral
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Frantically winking only did so much to mitigate the horror of being surrounded by my nightmares. If only the ancient experiment of pinching oneself would awaken me! In a moment of weakness I glanced back to the Gauntlet of Brazen Hussies we’d just traversed, and saw Petit Julien enter the sculpture garden.
You have no idea how much blood was spilled while I perfected my impression of Ben Affleck, but it was a lot, and even so it was nothing compared to the blood spilled by the monstrous mime. Tessa once told me about his ruthless rise to leadership of the White Faces, and how he trapped his rivals in an invisible box, cut off their oxygen supply, then insisted on the same invisible box being used as their joint coffin. After hearing that much, you could not be expected to evince surprise at *anything* that was done at the funeral, but in the name of decorum, I’ll spare you the details.
Huge and hulking, with the ground bones of his enemies smeared on his cheeks, Petit Julien barreled toward us and pantomimed yelling Tessa’s name like a lovesick beau running through the airport after his departing lover. I had the distinct impression that there was something about Tessa’s relationship with Julien that she had never told me.
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