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I moved on, and out of all the glaring beigeness I caught a little glimpse of something different, so I looked down at the base of the door and saw a smear. It was red-brown.
The separate sources of my uneasiness suddenly coalesced into horror. I was holding my breath when my hand reached out to open that door to the last room, the little kitchen used for fixing the refreshments ... ... and saw an empty turquoise shoe upright on its ridiculous high heel, right inside the door.
And then I saw the blood spattered everywhere on the shining beige enamel of the stove and refrigerator.
And the raincoat.
Finally I made myself look at Mamie. She was so dead. Her head was the wrong shape entirely.
Ha en himla trevlig söndag :)