“A phone call, I tell you.” Yamamura’s back ached with a tension he could not will away. “From Cardynge.”
“And I tell you that’s impossible.”
Yamamura stood a while hearing the clock tick. Finally, flatly, he said: “All right. Maybe there never was a call. I was half asleep, half awake, my brain churning. I guess that subconsciously I was worried about Cardynge, and so I dreamed the message, even took the phone off the rack, it felt so real.”
“Well .. . yes.” Moffat began to relax. “That must be what happened. Funny coincidence, though.”
“It better be a coincidence,” Yamamura said.
The men looked simultaneously at the body, and at the phone, and away.
Poul and Karen Anderson
BELA LUGOSI 1883 – 1956
Do you remember how he gave the sharp
Kiss of undeath, and how he wrapped the
night
Of his cloak about white Mina? And do you Remember how we tingled at the nape When we saw his face, and saw his wilful smije? We loved his voice, his eyes that held our own While a taut coldness took us by the throat; We kept our secret thoughts of his high head So proudly heldhis arrogance of grace.
Then we could understand why legends told Of demons’ beauty, and named “Bearer of Light” Him who for pride had cloaked himself with Hell.
Karen Anderson
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