Worst Fears [antikvár]

'I've never seen a dead body,' said Vilna. 'Can I come too?' 'I don't see why not,' said Abbie, and they went down to the morgue together. As Vilna and Abbie got into Abbie's little car, Diamond the labrador jumf>ed up at Vilna. Now there was mud all over Vilna's frilly white blouse. Vilna shoved the animal away with the side of her knee-high boot and then tried to get him in the crotch with a high heel. She missed. So Diamond ran round to the driver's side and leapt up at Abbie. Abbie was wearing an old grey sweater and didn't mind. Diamond wouldn't try Vilna again: he was accustomed to animal-lovers. Vilna's rejection of him had made a great impression. 'Poor dog,' said Abbie. 'Poor dog. He's lost his master. He's bound to be upset.' But Vilna was too busy rubbing her twisted knee to reply. With every movement Vilna jangled. A charm bracelet much loaded with chunks of gold hung from her wrist. Heavy jewelled strings fell between up-lifted breasts no longer young. She had a hooked nose, deep close-set eyes, coifTeured blonde hair and a wondrous energy best suited to the city. Abbie, on the contrary, was much at home amongst green fields and mud. She wore sneakers, jeans and an old grey sweater on which dogs'