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Carlotta nodded. And very slowly, taking her time, she recited each verse as I remembered it.

"All right, make the car ready, and all of you get out," I said. "Stella and Lionel, we'll go, the three of us, an escapade, you can believe it.All of you go. Carlotta, stay."

"Well, you're the one who taught us, Father," said Cortland with a little twinkle in his eye.

Stella loved it! This was living, cried Stella, this was life. Stella drank glass after glass of champagne and danced on her tiptoes. Lionel wasn't so certain. But it didn't matter. I was dying! As I sat in the crampacked parlor of Lulu White's house, listening to the ragtime piano, I thought, I am dying. Dying! And I was as self-centered about it as anyone else. The world shrank and revolved around Julien. Julien knew a storm was coming. And he could not be there to help! Julien knew all pleasure, adventure and triumph were over! Julien was going to be placed in the tomb like everyone else.

"You Mayfairs think that's the answer to everything, don't you?" asked I. "Go downtown and buy new clothes."

When I came out onto the front gallery, the Stutz Bearcat was cooking and ready, and off we went, I and my little ones, Stella and Lionel. We drove past Amelia Street, but we did not stop to see to Evelyn, for we feared we would do more harm than good.

"You Mayfairs think that's the answer to everything, don't you?" asked I. "Go downtown and buy new clothes."

"But I never knew for sure that he was the Devil. There was no God and Devil at Riverbend when I was born. I did the best with what I had."

Carlotta nodded. And very slowly, taking her time, she recited each verse as I remembered it.

"You will burn in hell," she said.

That morning when we arrived home, I kissed my Stella. I told her that it had been a grand occasion, and then I retired to the attic, certain that I would never leave it again.

"Slay the flesh that is not human..."

That morning when we arrived home, I kissed my Stella. I told her that it had been a grand occasion, and then I retired to the attic, certain that I would never leave it again.

"Slay the flesh that is not human..."

The cousins gabbled. Mary Beth spoke of practical things with her drunken husband, Daniel Mclntyre, poor old soul, now so sick he was a slovenly ruin of the fine man he'd once been. That's what we did to him, I thought. Richard, my devoted one, kept his eyes on me, and then Stella said-Stella said that we should all go driving, since I was up again, and all right.

I lay in the dark night after night, thinking. What if somehow I could come back? What if somehow I could stay earthbound as this thing has done?

"I am worried about that girl!" I declared. "Evelyn, my granddaughter!"

The cousins gabbled. Mary Beth spoke of practical things with her drunken husband, Daniel Mclntyre, poor old soul, now so sick he was a slovenly ruin of the fine man he'd once been. That's what we did to him, I thought. Richard, my devoted one, kept his eyes on me, and then Stella said-Stella said that we should all go driving, since I was up again, and all right.

I think it was dawn when we came home. I remember now that night as distinctly as all else because it was my last in Storyville, listening to the jazz bands, and singing, and taking the children with me right into the fancy parlors of the brothels. Oh, how shocked were my lady friends! But there is nothing in a brothel that cannot be bought.

"Did she tell you the poem?" I said to Carlotta.

Richard helped me dress and I went down all the way to the first floor for supper with my family. I sat at the head of the table and made a great show of polishing off gumbo, roast chicken, and a boeufdaube or some other foolishness, just so they would leave me alone. I refused to look at Cortland, who tried again and again to speak to me. I was really making him miserable, my poor fair-haired boy!

A bit of terror went through me.

"You Mayfairs think that's the answer to everything, don't you?" asked I. "Go downtown and buy new clothes."

"All right, make the car ready, and all of you get out," I said. "Stella and Lionel, we'll go, the three of us, an escapade, you can believe it.All of you go. Carlotta, stay."

"Well, you're the one who taught us, Father," said Cortland with a little twinkle in his eye.

It was to Storyville, to the houses of my favorite ladies, that we went.

It was to Storyville, to the houses of my favorite ladies, that we went.

Ah, so she told it to Mary Beth. When Mary Beth came to fetch me, I whispered those dreaded words:

Richard helped me dress and I went down all the way to the first floor for supper with my family. I sat at the head of the table and made a great show of polishing off gumbo, roast chicken, and a boeufdaube or some other foolishness, just so they would leave me alone. I refused to look at Cortland, who tried again and again to speak to me. I was really making him miserable, my poor fair-haired boy!

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