he thought but did not say. "The only question is whether youre going down piggyback or bum over teakettle. but he thought Annie might just be able to wriggle past the law this one last time. Below the knees your legs look like a four-year-olds stick-drawing, but yau are healing up.
Work, she said, would hurt him.
It had yawned wide open again, and the book rushed toward its climax the way the best ones did, as if on a rocket sled. The feel of it was both refreshing and somehow nostalgic, like a note from an old friend.