Arthur Hughes Ophelia painting

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cracking wasn’t necessary.If Dunny were half the man that he’d once been, and the wrong half, Ethan preferred not to come face to face with him. Over the years, taken peculiar turns; one final and still darker twist in the road could not be ruled out.The huge living room featured high-end contemporary sofas and stillness distilled. Only his breathing. His heart.Ethan went into the study to seek the source of a soft light.On the chinoiserie desk stood a bronze lamp with an alabaster shade. The buttery-yellow glow struck iridescent colors from the border of mother-of-pearl inlays.Previously a framed photograph of Hannah had been displayed on the desk. It was missing.Ethan recalled his surprise on discovering the photo during his first visit to the apartmentchairs, upholstered in wheat-colored silk. Tables, cabinets, and decorative objects were all Chinese antiques.Either Dunny had discovered a genie-stuffed lamp and had wished himself exquisite taste, or he’d employed a pricey interior designer.Here high above the olive trees, the big windows revealed the buildings across the street and a sky that looked like the soggy char and ashes of a vast, extinguished fire.Outside: a car horn in the distance, the low somber grumble of traffic up on Wilshire Boulevard.The June-bug jitter, scarab click, tumblebug tap of the beetle-voiced rain spoke at the window, click-click-click.In the living room,