Diary by Chuck Palahniuk (romance novel chinese novels .txt) 📕

and she says, “Misty dear, you remember your father-in-law, don't you?”

Harrow leans down to kiss Grace's cheek. Standing, he says, “Of course she remembers.”

The smell of his breath.

Grace holds her hands out, clutching the air, and says, “Tabbi, come give me a kiss. It's time the grown-ups went to their party.”

First Tabbi. Then Harrow. Another thing they don't teach you in art school is what to say when people come back from the dead.

To Harrow, Misty says, “Aren't you supposed to be cremated?”

And Harrow lifts his hand to look at his wristwatch. He says, “Actually, not for another four hours.”

He shoots his shirt cuff to hide the watch and says, “We'd like to introduce you to the crowd tonight. We're counting on you to say a few words of welcome.”

Still, Misty says, he knows what she'll tell everyone. To run. To leave the island and not come back. What Peter tried to tell them. Misty will tell them one man is dead and another is in a coma because of some crazy island curse. The second they get her onstage, she'll shout “Fire.” She'll do her damnedest to clear the room.

Tabbi steps up beside Grace, sitting on the vanity stool. And Grace says, “Nothing would make us happier.”

Harrow says, “Misty dear, give your mother-in-law a kiss.” He says, “And please, forgive us. We won't bother you again after tonight.”

August 27 . . .

and One-Half

THE WAY HARROW told Misty. The way he explained the island legend is she can't not succeed as an artist.

She's doomed to fame. Cursed with talent. Life after life.

She's been Giotto di Bondone, then Michelangelo, then Jan Vermeer.

Or Misty was Jan van Eyck and Leonardo da Vinci and Diego Velázquez.

Then Maura Kincaid and Constance Burton.

And now she's Misty Marie Wilmot, but only her name changes. She has always been an artist. She will always be an artist.

What they don't teach you in art school is how your whole life is about discovering who you already were.

Just for the record, this is Harrow Wilmot talking. Peter's crazy killer father. The Harry Wilmot who's been hiding out since before Peter and Misty got married. Before Tabbi was born.

Your crazy father.

If you believe Harry Wilmot, Misty's the finest artists who've ever lived.

Two hundred years ago, Misty was Maura Kincaid. A hundred years ago, she was Constance Burton. In that previous life, Constance saw some jewelry worn by one of the island sons while he was on tour in Europe. It was a ring that had been Maura's. By accident, he found her and brought her back. After Constance died, people saw how her diary matched Maura's. Their lives were identical, and Constance had saved the island the way Maura had saved it.

How her diary matched her earlier diary. How her every diary will match the diary before. How Misty will always save the island. With her art. That's the island legend, according to Harrow. It's all her doing.

A hundred years later—when their money was dwindling—they sent the island sons to find her. Again and again, we've brought her back, forced her to repeat her previous life. Using the jewelry as bait, Misty would recognize it. She'd love it and not know why.

They, the whole wax museum of Waytansea Island, they knew she'd be a great painter. Given the right kind of torture. The way Peter always said the best art comes from suffering. The way Dr. Touchet says we can connect to some universal inspiration.

Poor little Misty Marie Kleinman, the greatest artist of all time, their savior. Their slave. Misty, their karmic cash cow.

Harrow said how they use the diary of the previous artist to shape the life of the next. Her husband has to die at the same age, then one of her children. They could fake the death, the way they did with Tabbi, but with Peter—well, Peter forced their hand.

Just for the record, Misty's telling all this to Detective Stilton while he drives to the Waytansea Hotel.

Peter's blood full of the sleeping pills he never took. The death certificate that didn't exist for Harrow Wilmot. Misty says, “It's got to be inbreeding. These people are lunatics.”

“The blessing is,” Harrow told her, “you forget.”

With every death, Misty forgets who she was—but the islanders pass the story along from one generation to the next. They remember so they can find her and bring her back. For the rest of eternity, every fourth generation, just as the money runs out . . . When the world threatens to invade, they'll bring her back and she'll save their future.

“The way you always did, you always will,” Harrow said.

Misty Marie Wilmot, queen of the slaves.

The Industrial Revolution meets the guardian angel.

Poor her, the assembly line of miracles. For all eternity.

Shirtsleeves to shirtsleeves, just for the record.

Harrow said, “You always keep a diary. In every incarnation. That's how we can anticipate your moods and reactions. We know every move you'll make.”

Harrow looped a strand of pearls around Grace's wrist and fastened the clasp, saying, “Oh, we need you to come back and start the process, but we don't necessarily want you to complete your karmic cycle.”

Because that would be killing the goose that lays the golden egg. Yeah, her soul would go on to other adventures, but three generations later the island would be poor again. Poor and crowded with rich outsiders.

Art school doesn't teach you how to escape your soul being recycled.

Period revival. Her own homemade immortality.

“In fact,” Harrow said, “the diary you're keeping right now, Tabbi's great-great-grandchildren will find it extremely useful in dealing with you the next time around.”

Misty's own great-great-great-grandchildren.

Using her book. This book.

“Oh, I remember,” Grace said. “When I was a very little girl. You were Constance Burton, and I used to love it when you'd take me kite flying.”

Harrow said, “Under one name or another, you're the mother of us all.”

Grace said, “You've loved us all.”

To Harrow, Misty said, Please. Just tell me what's going to happen. Will the paintings