The company had arrived; the air became mixed with different perfumes. The end table lamps on both sides of the sofa were lit. The hurricane lamps on the buffet in the dining room were lit, also the one in the niche descending the stairs. Each bedroom upstairs had its own dresser lamp; they too, were properly lit. A voice from downstairs said, "Where is Bobby?" As I reached over to grab the banister, I died on each stop as I walked down.
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