"Come on, come on, come on. He clawed one open and saw — the capsules she gave him every six hours, enclosed in their little blisters. But, Annie, youve got: to settle d- " I "This is what they want,she said, and raised one hooked hand to her forehead. "When he saw her again, she had a big green garbage bag in her hands and three or four more sticking out of the back pockets of her jeans.
He wasnt sure he wanted to know.
When the healing process finally did begin, he thought the "phantom itchof the foot which was no longer there was even worse than the pain. She walked across the floor toward the stairs, her head turned slightly, and he realized she was — or might be — looking at the can-littered table.