Libba Bray - The Diviners (2012)

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Next time we see you, you'll be on trial for some ingenious crime! Dottie said with a laugh. Evie grinned. Just as long as they know my name.

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Evie was so nervous that she downed her cocktail in two stiff swigs, then refilled her glass. Henry arched an eyebrow. A pro, I see. What else is there to do in Ohio?

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Clothing left on the bed unfolded. Books stained with coffee spots. Tabs not paid until the last possible second. Boys kissed and then forgotten in a week's time.

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She smiled as sweetly as a show poster for the glorified, all-American Ziegfeld girl just before dumping her second cigarette into Wally's fresh cup of coffee.

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Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.

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On the Bowery, in the ornate carcass of a formerly grand vaudeville theater, a dance marathon limps along. The contestants, young girls and their fellas, hold one another up, determined to make their mark, to bite back at the dreams sold to them in newspaper advertisements and on the radio. They have sores on their feet but stars in their eyes.

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Memphis found his smile. 'You know me, sir. I don't wear worry.

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Cash or check? he said cheekily. Even the dullest Ohio girls knew that bit of lingo: Kiss now or kiss later? Bank's closed, pal.

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Could I have a Sloe Gin Fizz, without the gin?" "What's the point of that, Miss?" the waiter said. "Tomorrow morning," Mabel said.

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How do you invent a religion? Evie asked. Will looked over the top of his spectacles. You say, 'God told me the following,' and then wait for people to sign up.

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She loved attention. It was like a glass of the best champagne—bubbly and intoxicating—and as with champagne, she always wanted more of it. Still, she didn't want to seem like an easy mark. If you must know, I've come to join a convent, Evie said, testing him.

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Jericho lay back down on his side, watching her breathe just an arm's length from him. She was not beautiful while she slept; her mouth hung open and she snored very lightly, and this, despite everything that had happened, made him smile.

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Will was making a speech, something about having been young and careless once, the sort of thing old-timers said when they issued a deathblow, as if they thought their sanctimonious ramblings disguised as empathy would be welcomed, but Evie was only half listening.

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What took you so long? Will asked when Evie came panting into the room. He and Jericho had assembled a stack of books, which they were tucking into Will's attaché case. I walked to Jerusalem for the Bible. I knew you'd want an original, Evie snapped.

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Theta blew out another plume of cigarette smoke. Not interested. Love's messy, kiddo. Let those other girls get moony-eyed and goofy. Me? I got plans.

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There is a hideous invention called the Dewey Decimal System. And you have to look up your topic in books and newspapers. Pages upon pages upon pages… Uncle Will frowned. Didn't they teach you how to go about research in that school of yours? No. But I can recite 'The Battle Hymn of the Republic' while making martinis. I weep for the future. There's where the martinis come in.

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No one had ever said anything like that to Evie. Her parents always wanted to advise or instruct or command. They were good people, but they needed the world to bend to them, to fit into their order of things. Evie had never really quite fit, and when she tried, she'd just pop back out, like a doll squeezed into a too-small box.

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But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?

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Hot off the presses, today's headlines: The love of your life does not approve of my wanton flapper ways, Evie said in a voice of affected mystery. Really, Mabesie. You might want to reconsider—he is a bit of a killjoy.

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She knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.

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Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells 'em off for a coupla stones.

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Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And he's a terrible kisser to boot. Evie's parents stared in stunned silence. Or so I've heard.

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Evie didn't mind yelling, but she hated feeling judged. It got under her skin and made her feel small and ugly and unfixable.

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I hear they feed you in Sing Sing, Evie muttered. Three squares a day. Evangeline, Will said with a sigh. Charity begins at home. So does mental illness.

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Memphis—it's just a bird. Birds fly around, brother. It's what they do. It's not following you, and it's not a sign. Unless you really did give it candy and flowers, in which case you are one strange brother.

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The line between faith and fanaticism is a constantly shifting one, Dr. Poblocki said. When does belief become justification? When does right become rationale and crusade become crime?

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You have a steady fella? Sam asked after a bit. No fella can hold me for long. Sam gave her a sideways glance. That a challenge? No. A statement of fact.

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Dead bodies are such trouble, Evie said with a little sigh, and Mabel had to turn her head away so as not to laugh.

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I'm from the health department. You've heard of Typhoid Mary? This fella's got enough typhoid to start his own colony.

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If there was one truth Evie had learned in her short life, it was that forgiveness was easier to seek than permission. She didn't plan to ask for either one.

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