She had the face of a madonna and a heart made of dollar bills.
It was a scream that was a whisper and a laugh that was a cry.
She was making a noise I never heard come out of a human being.
She was scooping up handfuls of the green money and dropping it on top of her head so that it came sliding down along the cream-colored hair, slipping down along her shoulders and body.
Beyond her was the custodian, still simpering in death.
She was sitting on the floor, naked, in a skitter of green bills.
She had the face of a madonna and a heart made of dollar bills