Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 15:32:09 -0500 (EST)
He crawled. deferent alai Ramage observed.
It was quarter past six according to the clock over the range, and while there was no reason to believe she was any less sloppy about her clocks than her calendars (the one out here had actually made it to May), that seemed about right. I killed her because of the dumb name she gave the cat. The potential for brownie-points in this idea seemed almost unlimited. She was following. But that isn't right, either. He had taken none of them — knowing he had them put aside, a form of Annie-insurance, was enough. If Misery Chastain had been a real person, he knew he might very well have been called upon "to aid the police in their inquiries", as the euphemism went. apologia
