By Natalie L. M. Petesch
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She painted precisely one hundred small portraits of Monsieur Trout. Then, overcome by love for Fish, she realized that what she wanted, really was, like God to build one.... So she began gathering up their scales like jewels, treated them with a special chemical (three burns and permanent laceration of the inner thumb resulted from these experiments) so they'd "last" ("But nothing lasts," she consoled Monsieur Fish as she constructed him). She lay the crystals one by one, with infinite care, on black velvet.
David Copperfield had it all backward: she herself had apprehended nothing during the first seventeen years of her life; all her experience was learned long after the fact, in retrospect. That was why she set her "date of birth" at the time she realized she was not like the others. She was to say, much later, in an interview: "I grew like a carrot. The savage root of me lay in the ground. It was that experience which plucked me up. Suddenly I knew that the frilly lace of the carrot, you know, the intaglioed outer shadow of the thing, was a fake: a female shawl, a coverup.
The ambulance came in about twenty minutes. I could hear the drivers calling up the stairwell, trying to locate the apartment we were in. But I decided not to walk all the way down those stairs just to direct them to a dead body: a few minutes more would not matter. I did go out into the hallway and call down the staircase to indicate that I was on the top floor. They were very angry about the elevator. " one of them demanded, glowering angrily until I explained it was owned by Vita Company. He lowered his eyes respectfully after that: no doubt a Vita client himself.
After the First Death, There Is No Other by Natalie L. M. Petesch