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Don't look now, John said to his wife.

But there are a couple of old girls, two tables away, who are trying to hypnotize me.

Laura, quick on cue, made an elaborate pretense of yawning, then tilted

her head as though searching the skies for a non-existent aeroplane.

Right behind you, he added. That's why you can't turn round at once. It would be much too obvious.

Laura played the oldest trick in the world and dropped her napkin then bent to straddle for it under her feet, sending a shooting glance over her left shoulder

as she straightened once again.

She sucked in her cheeks, the first telltale sign of suppressed hysteria and lowered her head.

They're not old girls at all, she said.

They're male twins in drag!

Her voice broke ominously, the prelude to uncontrolled laughter, and John quickly poured some

more Quiante into her glass. That was the opening dialogue from Don't Look Now, a short story or Novella by Daphne Dumaree and it's a story we're covering here on the

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I'm Chris Lackey.

I'm Chad Fyfer, and right away I have to take some issue with this story.

You know, when somebody calls prostitution the oldest profession in the world, I think, well, we can't. some Prostitution is definitely within the realm of possibility.

And you know, Lovecraft says the oldest emotion of mankind is fear.

I think it's probably more like fear, but a little, I'm a little gassy, maybe that feeling,

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