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Paul didn't smile back. b He could see fifteen or twenty little boys and girls sitting in a circle in one shady corner of a playground, all of them wearing Malden Community Center tee-shirts, all listening intently as the counsellor explained how the game was played. Would she have behaved in this same fashion if it had been Joe Blow from Kokomo she had hauled out of the wreck? And he had come as fast as he could, pushing his old Ford wagon to seventy in spite of the front-end shimmy that developed at speeds over fifty, but in the end it had all been for nothing. Then she glanced away from the table with no change of _expression_, and his relief was so great that the thudding, shifting ascent up the stairs to the pantry was almost bearable. Then he remembered everything, and with his remembering a queer certainty came: she was not dead, even now not dead.There was four hundred and twenty, in all. "You don't know what pain is. I'm sorry. She frowned at him. That's how I survive.

He wore an old smoking jacket with the belt askew, an open-throated white shirt, and a pair of rough serge pants that would have looked more at home upon the legs of a itinerant gardener than upon those of the richest man in Little Dunthorpe. Having a novel end exactly the way you thought it would when you started out would be like shooting a Titan missile halfway around the world and having the payload drop through a basketball hoop. His hands dropped to the arms of the wheelchair and gripped them with panicky tightness. Outside he could hear the roaring sound of Annie's bright-blue riding lawnmower — she was around front, giving the grass a good trim so those cockadoodie Roydmans wouldn't have anything to talk about in town. Long months after his earlier depredations, he had finally summoned up the courage to steal something else. ""The second time I just wanted to get something to eat, and make sure I had some extra supplies in here in case you were gone a long time,»he went on, ignoring her. The panic was yammering more loudly now, asking what was he going to do, what was he going to do, for Christ's sake, this might be his last chance — What I'm going to do first is a thorough job of checking this situation out, he told himself grimly. If she fell off her husband's bike or drove off one of those unpaved ridge-roads, he did not actually believe he would be fine. It was only the thought of the pills, the Novril that she kept somewhere in the house, which got him moving. I may go with you — probably will, in fact — but I am going to go with a by-God bellyful of caviar. "She tipped the blade of the axe flat, the tendons standing out in her strong right wrist, and he could see the wink of the amethyst ring she still wore on the pinkie finger of that hand. "Paul screamed, and instead of shooting Annie Wilkes with his big old Dirty (birdie) Harry gun, he first fumbled, then dropped it. Actually, it would have been better if he hadn't gone as far as he did, because there are always hikers and bird-watchers in the Grider Preserve. This was clearly the question that wanted asking, but he wasn't sure it was a question either of them wanted asked. Excerpts from the clippings pasted in her book contained some real gems:Did they make me feel sad? Some people have appointments in Samarra; I think you may well have had one with a pile of laundry or a dead cat on a flight of stairs. Maybe he could whack her once with the O-Cedar mop or something before she wrung his neck like a chicken. At first he had been able to work only in painfully short bursts — fifteen minutes, maybe half an hour if the story really demanded it of him. It was this thought more than any other which had seat him out on this cold and windy night, under a moon which stuttered uncertainly between the clouds. He looked around quickly, chin down on his breastbone, eyes crafty and frightened. ""Didn't your mother ever tell you that the most expensive is not always the best? The limited vista now opening before him wag extremely unpleasant: six weeks of life which he would spend suffering with his broken bones and renewing his acquaintance with Misery Chastain, n?e Carmichael, followed by a hasty interment in the back yard.