Alfred Gockel Endless Love painting

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ringing. Or maybe he had been carried off into a land beyond a mirror. Or maybe he had just forgotten to modify the system to receive Fric’s private calls.The caller would not give up. After twenty-one repetitions of the stupid child-pleasing tones, Fric decided that if he didn’t pick up the phone, he would have to listen to it ringing all night.The slightyou in the library.”“I’m in the kitchen.”“By now you ought to realize that you can’t lie to me.”“My deep and secret hiding place is going to be one of the bigger ovens. I’ll crawl inside and pull the door shut behind me.”“You better baste yourself in butter, because Moloch will just turn on the gas.”“Moloch has already been here,” Fric said.“That wasn’t Moloch. That was me.”Receiving this revelation, Fric almost slammed down the phone.Mysterious Caller said, “I paid you a visit because I wanted you to understand tremor in his voice dismayed him, but he persevered:[305] “Vinnie’s Soda Parlor and nine-pound ice-cream sundae, where you splurge and then purge.”“Hello, Aelfric,” said Mysterious Caller.“I can’t make up my mind whether you’re a pervert or a friend like you say. I’m leaning toward pervert.”“You’re leaning wrong. Look around you for the truth, Aelfric.”“Look around me at what?”“At what’s there with