What do you think of that? Had he known, before this had he really known how badly she had cowed him, or how much of his essential self — the liver and lights of his spirit — she had scraped away?
Come on, come on, wise up! " She was staring at him with horrified eyes, her hands pressed so tightly over her mouth that the nails were white. We all just ought to be down on our knees thanking God that the story in the book is almost as good as the story behind the book. It had taken her less than twenty minutes to read his first stab at it; it had been an hour since she had taken this sheaf of twenty-one pages.
He laughed until he was choking and coughing, his cheeks red, tears spurting from the corners of his eyes. ""I should be thanking you.
He washed two of the caps down with Pepsi and then leaned back, feeling the dull throb in his kidneys. Long enough, at any rate, to have awakened not to find herself on her back lawn where she had been picking flowers, but buried alive in her own coffin.