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Show THE EXTERMINATOR-70 heart. He wore no coat. She stood at the door and blinked, feeling great swoops inside her chest like the flickers that alighted on the upper windowsills. Then she said, "You?" "Betram McClintock, here," he said, nodding his head. When she said nothing, he looked at his feet, back up at her. "May I come in?" he said. She very nearly said no, looking past him as she was at the enormous sky, but then she remembered the black and red piece of wing, bowed a l i t t l e , and said, "Do, yes." He had a nose like a hawk's beak and yellow predatory eyes that probed the room without looking at her. "Got a problem?" he said. "They are everywhere," she said, gesturing towards the livingroom. The room had no definition, only sweeps and angles, bulges and lumps. Dark throw covers had been draped over all the furniture and the room was shuttered against the sun. "Mostly they go for the sunlight." "Not these. At first, yes, upstairs, the windows: now, everywhere, even in my mouth." He peered at her, as if to see for himself, then turned away. "May I look upstairs?" he said. He followed her up the stairs into the light part of the house. She followed him slowly, staring at his white hair, hunger drawing on her insides like salt. They stepped through the dust motes into the sunlight. It fell in shafts and the dust swarmed into them like sparks. She liked to sit up here and run her hands through the streamers of light, agitating the bits of sparkle, so that |