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A thousand fantasies

Begin to throng into my memory,

Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,

And airy tongues that syllable men's names

On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.

—JohnMilton,Comus



Like sands through the hourglass,

so are the days of our lives.

—Days of our Lives
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BRIDEFIGHT
Chapter 1


Minneapolis,Minnesota



I wish I were dead.

It was 1:08 A.M. on the morning of September 17, andLoisCommoner was thinking thoughts that for
her, of late, were typical.

As she was lying on the alley pavement, listening to the victim's broken sobbing, she thought,Would I go
to hell? No chance . Thisis hell. There's gotta be something else. And if there isn't ,what do I have
to lose ?

She banished such thoughts—now wasnot the time—and rolled over onto her stomach. She took a
deep breath, put her palms flat on the filthy street, and pushed herself up until she was standing. This took
six minutes and was just short of excruciating. Her knee was screaming. Her back had a kink in it. Her
knuckles were bleeding. And she had a splitting headache. The headache bothered her more than
anything else.

"I don't suppose you have any Advil in your pockets?" she asked thevic , who was crying and holding
her purse strap. The purse itself was, of course, long gone. "Or even a Tylenol?" The victim had probably