Gustav Klimt Danae painting

Gustav Klimt Danae paintingSalvador Dali The Persistence of Memory paintingSalvador Dali Figure at a Window painting
back of the library, a door led to a powder room. Using a straight-backed chair, Fric wedged this door securely shut without daring to open it, for above the sink in the powder room, a mirror waited.[303] This sensible precaution presented a minor to Fric. He stood beside it, watching the signal light flutter at his private line each time that the phone rang.Ooodelee-ooodelee-oo.He expected Mr. Truman to answer the call by the third ring.Ooodelee-ooodelee-oo.Mr. Truman didn’t respond.The phone rang a fourth time. A fifth.The voice-mail system didn’t take the call, either.Six rings. Seven.problem easily resolved. He had to pee, so he relieved himself in a potted palm.Always he washed his hands after toileting. This time he would have to risk contamination, disease, and plague.At least twenty potted palms were distributed throughout the big room. He made a point of remembering which one he had sprinkled, to avoid killing off the entire library rainforest.He returned to the conversation area nearest the Christmas tree and the battalion of sentinel angels. Surely this was a safe place.The arrangement of armchairs and footstools included a sofa. Fric was about to stretch out on this makeshift bed when the silence gave way to a cheerful child-pleasing sound suitable for the nursery or the bedrooms of younger children.Ooodelee-ooodelee-oo.The telephone stood on a piece of furniture that Mrs. McBee referred to as an “escritoire,” but whidesk