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No mindless hunger. The badly painted lips peeled off those sharp pink teeth. “Amy,” the ghoul panted. “Amy, I still dream about you.”
“Fabulous work, honey,” said the Widower. “Oh, go fuck yourself,” snapped Lucille. Then she dipped her head back to feed.
“‘Lucy and Lesley,’” she quoted. “‘Love endures.’” “Or so I thought—at the time,” said the Widower. “Oh, something endures, but love doesn’t.”
“You’re wondering what type of woman keeps her own wife around as a ghoul. I do. Like I said, I’m not ready to give her up yet . . . I’m not finished with her yet.”
Lucille didn’t know enough to starve herself just enough to make use of what she was given.
“Anything for the job, Amy?” said Lucille. She sounded faintly mocking. “I’m not Amy.” “You are what you eat,” said Lucille. “Oh, cute,” she said. “Very cute.”
