Diana the Goddess Who Hunts Alone

XXXVII

Diana Soren is dead. She was found putrefying inside a Renault parked in a Paris alley. She’d been there for two weeks. She was wrapped in a Saltillo serape. Could it have been the one she bought with me in Santiago? The news article says that with her body there was an empty bottle of mineral water and a suicide note. The Paris police had to call the sanitation squad to decontaminate the dead end where they found her body locked up with death for two weeks. What was left of her was covered with cigarette burns. Even so, I wondered if finally, in death, she’d been comfortable in her own skin.