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She thought about it. “No.”

“There’s no point in lying to me.”

“I’m not lying. I wasn’t praying just then.”

“But you do pray?”

“Sometimes.”

“God fears me.”

She waited.

He said, “God fears me—those are words that can be made from the letters of my name.”

“I see.”

“Dragon seed.”

“From the letters of your name,” she said.

“Yes. And… forge of rage.”

“It’s an interesting game.”

“Names are interesting. Yours is passive. A place name for a first name. And Shepherd—bucolic, fuzzily Christian. When I think of your name, I see an Asian peasant on a hillside with sheep… or a slant-eyed Christ making converts among the heathens.” He smiled, amused by his banter. “But clearly, your name doesn’t define you well. You’re not a passive person.”

“I have been,” she said, “most of my life.”

“Really? Well, you weren’t passive last night.”

“Not last night,” she agreed. “But until then.”

“My name, on the other hand, is a power name. Edgler Foreman Vess.” He spelled it for her. “Not Edgar. Edge-ler. Like ‘on the edge.’ And Vess… if you draw it out, it’s like a serpent hissing.”

“Demon.”

“Yes, that’s right. It’s there in my name—demon.”

“Anger.”

He seemed pleased by her willingness to play. “You’re good at this, especially considering that you don’t have pen and paper.”

“Vessel,” she said. “That’s in your name too.”

“An easy one. But also semen. Vessel and semen, female and male. Would you like to craft an insult out of that, Chyna?”

Instead of replying, she picked up the glass and drank half of the remaining water. The ice cubes were cold against her teeth.

“Now that you’ve wet your whistle,” Vess said, “I want to know all about you. Remember—scrimshaw.”

Chyna told him everything, beginning with the moment that she had heard a scream while sitting at the guest-bedroom window in the Templeton house. She delivered her account in a monotone, not by calculation but because suddenly she could speak no other way. She tried to vary her inflection, put life into her words—but failed.

The sound of her voice, droning through the events of the night, scared her as Edgler Vess no longer did. Her account came to her as if she were listening to someone else speak, and it was the voice of a lost and defeated person.

She told herself that she was not defeated, that she still had hope, that she would get the best of this murderous bastard one way or another. But her inner voice lacked all conviction.

In spite of Chyna’s spiritless recitation of events, Vess was a rapt listener. He began in a relaxed slouch, lounging back in his chair, but by the time Chyna finished, he was leaning forward with his arms on the table, hunched toward her.

He interrupted her several times to ask questions. At the end, he sat for a while in contemplative silence.

She could not bear to look at him. She folded her hands on the table, closed her eyes, and put her forehead against the backs of her church-door thumbs, as she had been when Vess had come out of the laundry room.

She wasn’t praying this time either. She lacked the hope needed for prayer.

After a few minutes, she heard Vess’s chair slide back from the table. He got up. She heard him moving around, and then the familiar clatter of any cook being busy in any kitchen.

She smelled butter heating in a pan, then browning onions.

In the telling of her story, Chyna had lost her appetite, and it didn’t return with the aroma of the onions.

Finally Vess said, “Funny that I didn’t smell you right away at the Templetons’.”

“You can do that?” she asked, without raising her head from her hands. “You can just smell people out, as if you were a damn dog?”

“Usually,” he said, taking no offense, and with what seemed to be utmost seriousness. “And you must have made a sound more than once through the night. You surely can’t be that stealthy. Even your breathing I should have heard.”

Then came the sound of a wire whisk vigorously beating eggs in a bowl.

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