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From: Estela Mccracken
Subject: Fwd: your letter
Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 13:48:13 -0400

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I He had known there would not be; God did not let off the guilty so easily. "Paul shook his head — not to indicate she had it wrong but to indicate he would not tell. If anyone in his previous life (for so he had come to think of it, without even realizing it) had suggested he could work at such a pace, Paul would have laughed. He went to the bar, looked at the bottle, then looked back at where his galleys and walking sticks lay. ""Chuckie Yoder is right,»Paul said, thinking that it was partly Dom's fault that he'd gotten himself into this hell in the first place. And, as he also so often did, he tried to block this memory; and found himself a second too late.He knew that smell a deadly mixture of dirt and face-powder. This time it wasn't a flare; this time it was an H-bomb explosion. Things keep breaking in here, he thought, and then: She saw the marks. Let that be the end of her. Daniel then had exactly ten seconds to go on with the story.

"He noticed how shiny her skin was, like some sort of polymer plastic stretched tightly over stone. This went very slowly at first — individual clacks followed by spaces of silence, some as long as fifteen seconds. The pills were the tide; Annie Wilkes was the lunar presence which pulled them into his mouth like jetsam on a wave. He supposed he should count himself lucky that she hadn't re-broken his legs with a baseball bat or given him a battery-acid manicure or something similar to indicate her displeasure with the way he had begun her book — such critical responses were always possible, given Annie's unique view of the world. "Wicks paused for a moment, wanting to better express how it had been, the conflicting emotions he had felt — horror and pity and sorrow and disgust — most of all wonder that a man who looked this bad should still be alive. But the blue-ribbon winner (at least until Annie Wilkes had entered his life) had been Mrs Roman D. He knew everything about Tony but his name, which he later plucked from a telephone book. He could hear her bag slapping solidly against her side, and it occurred to him that he had never seen her carrying a bag like that before. "The rest of him was here, and he might get out of this; the prospects for doing so seemed ever more remote, but he supposed it was technically possible. This one was of Oliver Reed as the mad but silkily persuasive scientist in David Cronenberg's movie, The Brood. Annie rose up from behind the sofa like a white ghost dressed in a nurse's uniform and cap. He apparently stumbled over a pile of loose clothing, which had been left on the stairs earlier, while on his way down to answer the phone. He was twisting a cheap cloth cap restlessly in his hands, and in the light cast by the lamp Geoffrey held up, his face looked lined and yellow and terribly worried — frightened, even. (PILINGS its PILINGS there are TWO okay there are two fine now just hush just you know hush shhhhhh) and made it seem gone for awhile. He didn't know the answer to that one, either The pain was somewhere below the sounds. Geoffrey did not know, but he intended to find out, no matter what the cost to his sanity might be — and he recognized that the cost might be high. He willed it away and looked around for something he could use to open the medicine cabinet's door and saw an O-Cedar mop leaning stiffly in the corner on a long blue pole. , you raised your hand if you thought she had, left it down if you thought she had blown it. "She closed one of her strong hands around the rat and pulled back the spring with the other. She really was an idol, and if she didn't kill him, she might kill what was in him. That the latter had begun to look slightly more attractive than the former said all that probably needed to be said about the worsening state of his body, mind, and spirit. There were all those drugs in the downstairs bathroom — surely there was some way he could use them to put her out of the way, wasn't there?


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