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From: Troy Rice
Subject: [Info-mcron] Re: Hi!
Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 08:59:07 -0400
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He looked to Paul like a man trying very hard to scratch that one itch you can never quite reach. Annie stuffed the cuffs absently into her skirt pocket, as if police restraints were found in most decent houses, like Kleenex or coathangers. So Annie took the box and lit the match and put the lit match in his hand and he touched it to the comer of the paper and then let the match fall into the pot and watched, fascinated, as the flame tasted, then gulped. And, as he also so often did, he tried to block this memory; and found himself a second too late. "It doesn't blur a much as that pencil-line, but it's worse than the ballpoint-ink line. He knew it, but the thought of that telephone, the imagined sensation of the cool black plastic under his fingers, the click of the rotary dial or the single booping sound as he touch-toned 0 — these were seductions too great to resist. Page two was a birth announcement: Paul Emery Wilkes, born in Bakersfield Receiving Hospital, May 12th, 1939. He could see this but reached anyway, unable to believe Fate or God or Whoever could be so cruel. The latter three Misery novels had been little more than straightforward adventure tales with a fair amount of piquantly described sex thrown in to please the ladies. I'm closer to death than I've ever been in my life, he thought, because she means it. Two more of those on top of the ones you took half an hour ago may drop you into a coma and then kill you, he thought, and a second voice answered at once: Fine with me. The only two he'd ever heard out here, other than Old Bessie, had been El Rancho Grande's Bel Air and the car which had scared the life out of him passing the house on the first occasion he had escaped his "guest-room". He fell back on that most common writers'-workshop euphemism: "It's got possibilities, all right. "With tremendous effort he moved his twisted left leg directly into the beam of McKnight's flashlight. When Paul had dropped over to see him one day, he had found Gary's shades drawn and a black crepe fluff on the door He was suddenly, utterly sure that she meant to pull the knife from the wall and castrate him with it. When the carpet banked past him (her hair streamed out behind her; her eyes were as bright and flinty as the eyes of a sea-captain navigating among icebergs), he saw it was woven all in green and white; it made a Colorado license plate. There was a photo of a balding, bespectacled man who looked to Paul like the type of fellow who might eat boogers in secret. Here was something else he reckoned he would not tell people about, if he lived long enough to tell them anything Would she have behaved in this same fashion if it had been Joe Blow from Kokomo she had hauled out of the wreck? in real life was quite different from playing it in a cross-legged circle as a kid or doing it in front of a typewriter as a grown-up, he discovered. Not if you know what you're doing, because most gas-cap locks are strictly Mickey Mouse.


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