Lucy stared out to the busy streets beyond. “Have you turned him yet?” Michelle whispered hotly, trying not to raise the volume of her voice. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. The smell of laundry detergent was noticeable, the bed sheets very tightly stretched across the bed, tucked in on three sides. It was clear by the look on her face that she decided to leave the house immediately. And some were adorned with engravings that struck her as being more vulgar and undesirable than anything she had ever seen in her life. It was horrible. Heliers.
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