When Lucrèce looks straight ahead, her fingers linked on the top of her head, her bent arms make the shape of an eye, with her head as the pupil. On either side of her ears, inside the space left by her arms, the wall behind her gleams like the white of the eye. Madame Tuvache becomes one large fixed eye atop a woman's torso.
'See you again, sir.'
Alan, who is standing next to her, is surprised. 'Gosh, Mother, are you saying "see you again" to the customers now?'
'He didn't buy anything. I said "see you again" because he'll be back. When someone comes in here to look, they always come back sooner or later to buy. They have to get to grips with the idea. Those who are tempted by hanging begin by going out wearing scarves, which they tie more and more tightly. Those kind of people put a hand tightly round their throat to feel the vertebrae, the cartilage, the tendons, the muscles, the throbbing veins. They get accustomed to the feel of it. He'll be back ...'
Lucrèce, hands still interlinked on her hair, turns her head and inclines it to the right. And it looks as if the entire large eye is commanding the child. 'Pull down the shutters and turn off the lights. We're going upstairs, Alan.'
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The Suicide Shop / Магазинчик Самоубийств
Teen FictionIn a city where life is incredibly dull and unbearable, for many generations a store has flourished that sells everything necessary to commit suicide. Everything goes fine until Alan, the cheerful and cheerful kid, is born in the family of the owner...
