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From: Dalton Love
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Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2006 15:41:54 -0400
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Fifty-one hours. He heard the clack as she put the rifle on the table. The ID was gone but the money was still there, the bills — mostly fifties — crisp and fresh. He grasped the doorknob with his left hand, reaching under his right arm to do it, and began to apply gentle pressure to the bobby-pin. This hypnotic state of absorption was rudely shaken but not broken when, on the third day after the visit of David and Goliath, a cream-colored Ford station wagon with KTKA / Grand Junction written on the side pulled into Annie's driveway. Andrea Saint James, a USC nursing student, was pronounced dead on arrival at Mercy Hospital in North Los Angeles last night, the apparent victim of a bizarre accident. Still trying to imagine why the ex-nurse who had taken him prisoner might have once been put on the stand in Denver, Paul drifted off to sleep.Down and down and down. Was that possible? If I stay here, I'II do something unwise. "You'd probably throw up if you did,»she said. Enough of that shit and he wouldn't even have to put her out of the way.

And this had caused another memory to resurface: finishing William Golding's Lord of the Flies at the age of twelve on a hot summer day, going to the refrigerator for a cold glass of lemonade. Nor could he pull a cutie like opening the capsules and mixing the powder into some pre-softened ice-cream. "The capsules — pain — please, Annie, please, for God's sake please help me the pain is so bad — "I know it is, but you must listen to me,»she said, looking at him with that stern yet maternal _expression_. "He wasn't telling you they had slapped a lien on your house, Annie — he was telling you they would have to if you didn't cough up by the time the town offices closed tonight. Just a kid pushing a shopping cart up 48th Street, that was all, but there had been a cage in the cart, and in it had been a rather large furry animal which Paul at first thought was a cat. It crossed my mind that you'd been out of your room, but then I thought, No, that's impossible. He wasn't sure he would have taken the chance even if the white powder inside the capsules had been almost or completely tasteless. It made the needle of some internal Geiger counter swing all the way over to the end of the dial. The wheelchair thumped against the right side of the doorway and bounced back a little. His first cursory glance had taken in the shelves with their stacks of folded sheets and pillow-cases and washcloths and towels. 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 Maybe I'm going to punch out, but I swear to God I'm not going to do it until I get a chance to show my number-one fan just how much I've enjoyed getting to know her. I'll finish, and then I'll fill in the letters, and then I'll smoke it until I feel like I'm going to fall down unconscious, and then I'll butt it. He had taken none of them — knowing he had them put aside, a form of Annie-insurance, was enough. Paul had been convinced Gary's reaction had been more than false; he thought it had been pretentiously arty. The scenario had called for him to effect his escape through one of the parlor windows. He put the knife on the night-table, hoisted himself into bed, then slid it under the mattress. Only he was to have bashed her brains in with the fucking typewriter instead of hitting her in the back with it. His legs, now unsplinted but as crooked and ugly as something glimpsed through a rip in the canvas of a freak-show tent, hung down. Fortunately or unfortunately, he did not have the crutch of mental illness to fall back on. "I'll get the paper-clips later,»she said, as if this was a question which must already have occurred to him. "It's just that my father always told me to keep my eye on my wallet,»he said, astonished by how easily this lie came out.


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