with the intention of burning it later
The thought of the boy reading this hurtful drivel moved Ethan not to toss the magazine in the trash basket beside his desk, but to throw it angrily toward the fireplace, with the intention of burning it later.
Freddie would probably argue that in an interview with Vanity Fair, she needed to calculate each statement to enhance her image. How super could a supermodel be, if from her loins had sprung any but a supernaturally super son?
Burning those pages of the magazine that featured photographs of Freddie would be especially satisfying. Make-believe voodoo.
Line 24 was still engaged.
He looked at the computer, where the telephone log continued to be displayed. This call, too, appeared to be from a number screened by Caller ID blocking.
[285] Because the connection had not been broken, the time continued to change in the column headed LENGTH OF CALL. Already it was over four minutes.
That was a long message to leave on an answering machine if the caller was either a salesman or someone who’d unknowingly reached a wrong number. Curious.
The indicator light blinked off.
Chapter 44
FRIC WOKE TO THE SIGHT OF A MULTITUDE OF fathers on all sides of him, a guardian army in which every soldier had the same famous face.
He lay flat on his back, and not in bed. Although he remained cautiously still, pressing with something akin to desperation against the hard smooth surface under him, his mind turned lazily, lazily, in a whirlpool of confusion.
Huge they were, these fathers, sometimes full towering figures and sometimes only disembodied heads, but giant heads, like balloons in the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade.
Fric had the impression that he’d passed out for lack of air, which meant a terrible asthma attack. When he tried to breathe, however, he experienced no difficulty.
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