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I didn't really care, as long as they played fair. He clasped it in one fist and then grayed out again. She pulled a chair over beside him and sat down, watching him as he began to eat. It dripped steadily from one side of the board which lay across the arms of the wheelchair. He remembered the caption below the picture of Annie in her detainment cell, the picture taken in the caesura between the end of the trial and the return of the jury. Gritting his teeth and ignoring the pain, he began to rub at the mark on the right-hand side of the door. She should have died after I stuffed her head full of blank paper and busted pages, and I should have died then, too.I went out again yesterday afternoon around five o'clock. I'm half-unclad! There were three bottles of Pepsi on the collapsed TV tray. "Paul said, frozen somewhere between humor, amazement, and horror. "The knife.

She straightened up with her hands hanging limply by her sides, looking at the wall where an old photograph of the Arc de Triomphe was hung. Tom had shown him how to hot-wire an ignition, how to use the thin and limber strip of metal car-thieves called Slim Jims to yank the lock on a car door, how to short out a car burglar alarm. Looking at it was a little like looking at an instrument of torture — boot, rack, strappado — which is standing inactive, but only for the moment. When it was just a game (and even if they gave you money for it, a game was still all it was), you could think up some pretty wild things and make them seem believable — the connection between Misery Chastain and Miss Charlotte Evelyn-Hyde, for instance (they had turned out to be half-sisters; Misery would later discover her father down there in Africa hanging out with the Bourka Bee-People). (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. I had to, because your car being gone meant that you could really stay, you could really finish my book. He kept seeing the trooper coming back to life — some sort of life — out in the barn, sitting up, the loose hay with which Annie had covered him falling to either side of him and into his lap, his face plowed into bloody senselessness by the mower's blade. He decided suddenly, on the spur of the moment, that he would start dodging some of the medication as soon as he got a first chapter that Annie liked on paper — a chapter which Annie decided wasn't a cheat. The clipping from the January 14th Camera showed her blank, stonelike face rendered in newsprint dots below a headline which read: NEW HEAD MATERNITY WARD NURSE NAMED. 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. For a moment he trembled on the edge of saying something more — of saying, It was never for you, Annie, or all the other people out there who sign their letters "Your number-one fan. Not for the first time it occurred to him that Ian's possession of the woman Geoffrey loved just as dearly (if secretly) allowed Ian to indulge in an odd sort of selfishness and an almost womanly hysteria that Geoffrey himself must forgo; after all, to the rest of the world he was only Misery's friend. He felt more and more convinced that her eyes, which appeared to move, were actually just painted on, and they moved no more than the eyes of portraits which appear to follow you to wherever you move in the room where they hang. Billford had diagnosed the fatal malady as a heart attack, although the girl was very young — only eighteen — and had seemed in the pink of health. Paul stared at her, stared at the rat as it squeaked and struggled, and realized that he had actually believed that things could get no worse. Then he had meant to work his way out into the parlor and light the house on fire. 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. Ears attuned for the sound of Old Bessie returning — although she had only been gone for forty-five minutes — he pulled a bunch of the Kleenex, dipped the wad in the pitcher, and bent awkwardly over to one side with the soppy mass in his hand. The penguin sitting on his block of ice was still on the knickknack table, but she had thrown many of the other ceramic pieces into the comer, where their littered remains were scattered — sharp little hooks and shards. Paul got the lighter fluid and rolled across to the spot by the window where his informal little writer's camp was pitched: here was the typewriter with the three missing teeth in its unpleasant grin, here the wastebasket, here the pencils and pads and typing paper and piles of scrap-rewrite, some of which he would use and some of which would go into the wastebasket. Although everyone had agreed that the girl's death was puzzling, it had crossed no one's mind that she might not be dead at all. From the tips of her toes to the crown of her chestnut hair, she was dressed in bees.