Date: Mon, 11 Dec 2006 17:42:39 +0000
His work did not suffer, but his mood did; he felt more and more that he was living in a cloud chamber, breathing an atmosphere thick with uncoalesced electricity. She stood lightly poised in the doorway, her chestnut hair with its mysterious deep-red glints like dying embers flowing over her shoulders in gorgeous profusion. "We had a cat named Peter Gunn,she said, "only we hadnt seen him for days and thought the pound must have gotten him because we kept forgetting to get him a tag. Annie pulled the cross free again - its sharpened point had broken off, leaving a jagged, splintery stump - and drove it into his back between the shoulderblades.
