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goes."
"Which Sylvie?"
"Which?" He was confused. "Sylvie. The Sylvie."
"The Sylvie who's dead and living next door? Or the Sylvie who's probably buying a gun right now and heading on down here to kill you?"
"That's Lissy Yont."
"It was Lissy," said Gladys. "Don't you know nothing about the power of names, Mr. Lark? When I saved these girls, I called them by their soul names - name of their spirit and their body. When that girl started going by Sylvie's name, she didn't know what she was getting in for. When people know you by a name, call you that name and you answer, it ties the name right to you. Now, her spirit is still Lissy Yont, but her body has been called Sylvie Delaney by everybody for the past ten years. She's been divided. Her soul is split, so her body's name is Sylvie Delaney by now."
"So the soul's name is the spirit and the body?" said Don.
"Divide the names and you divide the soul. Leaves room for other spirits to try and seize the body, possess it. That woman doesn't know how weak her hold on her own body is. That body don't feel like it be part of no soul, it feel like it just be possessed by this spirit named Lissy. It want to get with its right spirit." Gladys cackled with pleasure. "People who don't know what they're doing, they do the dumbest things! Like you, calling a killer down to visit you."
"And you think it's funny?" asked Don, irritated now.
"I won't laugh when you dead," said Gladys. Sounding a little irritated herself.
"Not this time," said Don.
"Why? You don't look bulletproof to me."
"Because long before she can get to me, she's going to meet Sylvie face to face, the real Sylvie, right there in that house, where Sylvie is strong. Where the house does her bidding."
"Sylvie strong there compared to dead people who got no house. A dead woman's never as strong as a live one."
"They're not going to wrestle. Lissy's just going to face what she did to Sylvie."
"Meaning you think that ghost is going to scare her to death."
"She thinks she got away with it. I just want her to see that there's a life after death and someday she's going to answer for what she did."
"Don't it ever occur to you that only good people are afraid of paying for their sins?"
"No ma'am," said Don. "I've known some bad people and some good people in my life, and it's the bad ones who live in fear, all the time. Cause they know their own hearts, Miss Gladys, and they think everybody else is just waiting to pull the same moves on them that they've got planned to pull on somebody else."
"People be more simple than you think, Don Lark."
"You've spent the last sixty years sitting on a bed getting fat while you do spells to keep a big old house from swallowing up your people, and you're telling me that people are simple?"
"Nobody simpler than me," said Gladys.
"Well, so, maybe you're right. Maybe Lissy'll get here and see Sylvie and laugh in her face and then come shoot my brains out. If she does, then I won't care anymore, will I?"
"Now look who's talking brave."
"I got to do something for Sylvie before she goes, if she's going."
"She's going, and you already done something. You gave that girl love. What you think anybody want more than that? You think she give a rat's behind about seeing Lissy? That for you, Mr. Lark. She do that for you."
"OK, maybe," said Don. "Maybe that's for me. Maybe just once I want to look evil in the face and name what it is."
"Only it be using the wrong name. That body be Sylvie Delaney walk through that door. And don't you go expecting her to show up at noon. You think she crazy? You call her what, ten minutes ago? She on the road now. Not the airplane! She ain't putting her name on no plane ticket. She driving, but not slow, no. She flying down the pike. How long from Rhode Island? Ten hours I bet. Pay cash for gas. She get to town at midnight. Then she get scared. Midnight too busy. She wait for you to sleep. She park way up the block. She come by the house on foot. From back there. Maybe she come to the gully, maybe she come up that tunnel. Maybe she try to take that body out. Destroy the