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I just ... I just can't imagine her dead. She was so ... blatantly alive, Mr. " "Travis. " "I am not very good at first names. " "It's a gimmick I don't particularly care for. " "I'm almost never at ease with people. I ... " "Both my parents were artists. My father was successful and my mother had an inherited income. We lived miles from anyone. The school lessons came by mail. They took turns teaching us. Canada in the summer. A little island in the Bahamas in the winter. John was the one who was always ill.
Not the way it's being done. " "Could anybody hate her enough to want to kill her? " He shook his head. "That doesn't seem likely. Hard to think of her dead. There wasn't much malice in that woman. She looked like a complete woman, but she was emotionally immature. She got dreamy about John Webb, like a young girl. " Isobel snatched her glasses off and said, "How can you say that! " Mazzari looked at her with mild astonishment. " "Maybe she could fool you and fool my brother, but she didn't deceive me.
It's just five minutes here. They're on time. " I went back to my cooling hamburg. I told her what I had in mind. I told her I wished I'd asked for a picture of her brother. She took a billfold from her gray purse. She took a color snapshot from a compartment in it. She and her brother were standing squinting and smiling in the sunlight, with one of the campus buildings behind them. He wore a pale suit and his necktie was crooked. She said the picture was over a year old. John Webb was tall, narrow, pallid, hollowchested.
A Purple Place for Dying (Travis McGee, No. 3) by John D. MacDonald