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As the helicopter hovered above a concrete pad, Salvant saw there was a swimming pool behind a sprawling house whose several wings featured impressive columns and verandas, a combination of Tara and the Alamo, but with a roof of rounded red Chinese tiles.
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Sing Boyd had spared no expense to ensure proper fung shui for his villa. The swimming pool was a hexagonal shape so as to function as a Bhal Gwa mirror, reflecting bad spirits back into the void.
THE swimming pool More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Birds was nestled in a three- or four-acre garden that was impeccably tended; 
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was also an arboretum of sorts, for it contained a remarkable collection of exotic tropical trees. Paper lanterns hung from the undersides of the branches, giving the area a dusklike glow. The lanterns More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Birds must have been recently hung because it had rained earlier in the day.
There were carved wooden tables and 
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under some of the lovelier trees. The lacquered tegs and arms were carved in the shape of twisting, snarling dragons with scales that were iridescent even in More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Birds the dim light. A tall, elegant gentleman in a white tropical suit emerged from the shadows and strolled to meet them, tapping a carved walking cinco de mayo
against the palm of his left hand. He was smoking; his cigarette glowed as he inhaled. Is that him? Salvant asked as More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Birds they walked up the winding path of pea-size white gravel. Thats him, Frank Quetglas said. Tall dude. Gets that from his father. From behind them, Stanley Ho said, Mr. Boyd is six ca lottery
three, as you Americans calculate. His father was six foot seven. He is sixty-seven years More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Birds old, by the way. Salvant remembered when he had first heard of Sing Sing Boyd. The name had struck him as ridiculous. Sing Sing Who? Then there were his movies, insane things with acrobats kicking one another. cinco de mayo
like Frank Quetglas, it turned out. Salvant had turned More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Birds his soul over to this Boyd in exchange for the good life. It turned out Boyd was singing to himself. Salvant could hear him clearly: You must remember this: A kiss is still a kiss, A sigh is just a sigh, The elemental things apply As time goes danny gaines
smother of sultry More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page The Birds air reminded Lucien Salvant of Louisiana. Stanley Ho said, Lucien, if he mentions a movie called Chan Rides Low, say that you saw it in New Orleans and that you liked it. Did you see it, by any chance? No. Quetglas said.
