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Show Ill killer, and then she collapsed right in front of him." Karl stared wide-eyed at Andy, engrossed by the grim account, trying to picture his refined teacher acting like a wild woman. "So what did Charles Bonner do? Did he throw her out?" "Throw her out! Hell, no. He put her in his automobile and drove her home, not the chauffer, mind you, but Bonner drove the car himself. Then he carried her into her father's house, because she was groaning and sobbing and almost crazy with grief. At least that's the story I heard, and it's probably true because Veronica told me...." Andy's voice trailed- he was looking around the hall. As the brother of the bride, he had responsibilities to see that the wedding celebration ran smoothly. "Hey, look, Karl, the musicians are getting ready to play. I better start moving some of the chairs back against the wall. Come on and help me." While Karl helped move chairs, he kept glancing toward Miss Petrov until he accidentally shoved a chair leg against Andy's ankle. Andy yelled, and Karl shifted his attention to what he was doing. At one end of the hall, three violinists plucked their strings, tuning them. A man in a full-sleeved Slovakian shirt rested an instrument that looked like a mandolin against his hip, while an olive-skinned bass fiddler flashed smiles at all the ladies. "They'll play the bride's dance now," Andy told Karl. "Here's your dollar bill. First Veronica will dance with Emil, then with the male family members, so you'll have to wait till all the uncles and cousins and godfathers on both sides get their turns before you c; dance with her." :an |