Eduard Manet Spring painting

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Though unplanned, the exercise with the poker proved cathartic. Not that he’d taken pleasure in the violence. He had not.The decision to murder her had really been as unemotional as any decision to purchase the stock of a blue-chip corporation, and the killing itself had been conducted with the same cool efficiency with which he would have executed anyan economist, his mother surely had understood.His alibi had been unassailable. He inherited her estate. Life anyway.Now, as he finished the candy bar, he felt sugar-soothed and chocolate-coddled.He still wanted to kill Reynerd, but the unwise urgency of the compulsion had passed. He would take time to plan the hit.When he acted, he would follow his scheme faithfully. This time, pillow would not become poker.Noticing that the yellow slicker had shed a lot of water on the seat, he sighed but did nothing. Corky was too committed an anarchist to care about the upholstery.Besides, he had Reynerd to brood about. A perpetual adolescent [84] inside a dour exterior, Rolf had been unable to resist the temptation to deliver the sixth box in person. Looking for a thrill.The fool had thought that perimeter security cameras did not exist solely because he himself could not spot them.Are there no other planets in the solar system, Corky had asked him, just because you can’t