"she responded, smiling a little. She tossed the body into the corner and wiped her hand indifferently on the sheet, leaving long red smears.
But that isnt right, either. And she heard it — low, painful scraping sounds in the earth — not the sounds of a burrowing animal, these; these were the sounds of fingers scraping helplessly on wood. He heard her footsteps going off down the hall; he winced as she cried out angrily — words he couldnt understand and something else fell and shattered. She stood, swaying, little straggles of hair hanging around her face among the muskrat-tails of her cap.
He rolled into the hall and then stopped as a terrible thought struck him: if the bathroom floor had been slightly damp, or even a bit dirty — He stared at it, and for a moment the idea that he must have left tracks on those clean white tiles was so persuasive that he actually saw them. The goddess was dead and he was free.
She put her arms about his neck, bringing the firm of her breast more fully into his hand. Its the r- Then Annies thick, blood-grimed fingers poked under the door and tugged mindlessly at his shirt.