'Even as Ora Lee told me these things, she begged me never to mention Rebecca's name to my father or to my Aunt Camille. I calculate she must have been near seventy around that time, but she looked younger than Pops, who was her grand nephew, or Sweetheart, and both of them were in their fifties, I think. He seemed no older than sixty-odd years, as if age hadn't touched him, his body still slender and healthy, tricked out in a white-and-blue seersucker suit. ’ 'Leave me alone, you fool,' she said, raising her eyes and turning her head to look at him.
But Lestat only broke into another fit of chuckling and laughing. I went to the computer and let him take my left hand. I'd never been among them. I came because perhaps I didn't quite believe in you.
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