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"Oh yes. Bedroom. At the time, deeply afraid for Ian's sanity, he had been less concerned with what Ian had said than how he had said it — only now, as he whipped Mary ever faster toward Little Dunthorpe in spite of his own deepening pain, did the words come back, haunting in light of Colter's tale: If she looked more dead. I think the chances are very good that somewhere up ahead in these untumed pages I am going to find a brief article about you. "Partly because I wanted you to know exactly what the stakes are, and exactly what you'll have to do to stay alive. Is it sticking out, twinkling cheerily in the sun, just waiting for someone to come along and see it while you sit here wasting what may be your last chance? Mostly he just sat, smelling sweet cool air instead of the bedroom's stale indoor smell, sly with sickroom undertones, listened to the drip of the icicles, and watched the cloud-shadows roll slowly and steadily across the melting field.""No! That was all in the past, though. Sometimes I could, sometimes I couldn't. A little calmer, he flicked the switch beside the locked door. ""Annie, will you tell me one thing?

There was an old strip of towelling hung from a hook in the entryway, and after hanging up his dripping coat and removing his boots, he used it to towel his dark-blonde hair dry. Annie would have watched all twenty episodes in one night, even if they gave her eyestrain and a splitting headache. As she fell this time her head twisted at an angle and he saw her eyes looking at him with an expression that was questioning and somehow terrible: What happened, Paul? That evening she brought him his Keflex pill — his urinary infection was improving, but very slowly — and a bucket of ice. He stared at it stupidly for a moment, thinking of that old Navy maxim: Whatever CAN go wrong WILL go wrong. Although he knew it was too soon to be feeling any relief, he did feel it — having the pills, it seemed, was even more important than taking the pills. He gave the guide-lever a final wrench and rolled the wheelchair into place beside the window just as her key rattled in the lock. In the kitchen, tall hugged Misery tightly to him, feeling his soul live and die and then live again in the sweet smell of her warm skin. ""You didn't try the telephone either time, I suppose, or took at the locks — because you are just such a good little boy. You were the tough young gunsel looking to make a rep off the tired old turd of a sheriff, right? t be long, either, although it may seem longer to you than it really is — when it hurts a little less. Suddenly an image came, one from a dream his conscious mind had already forgotten, which thus gained the delphic resonance of d?j? vu. The photograph, enclosed in a rococo frame of gold gilt, was the size of the President's photograph in the lobby of a big-city post office. "He pressed his mouth against hers and plunged his hands deeply into the glory of her chestnut hair, and for a few moments there was nothing at all, except for the two of them. Faced with a stiff fine by councilmen who didn't like being called names, the landlord had sown the cellar with poisoned bait. The little groups, neat at first, grew increasingly jagged as his hands began to tremble. When she turned Paul seized the Royal, unmindful of the blisters its hot right side was printing on his already swollen right hand. "And although that set the panicky little voice of his lesser self to squealing again that he was caught and might as well give it up, might as well confess and hope for her mercy, he managed to meet her suspicious gaze with an ironic weariness. It was the first time this had happened in some days, and he wondered uneasily if it meant she was slipping into the lower part of her cycle. That sun had heat as well as brilliance — he could feel it on his face and hands as he sat here. He had done pretty well with the book following the loss of his foot — during what Annie so mincingly called his convalescent period. Sidewinder was downhill and the road would be slippery in the rain and it was darker than a mineshaft; he meant to try it all the same.

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