Itll have a lot more punch. The two men wept in each others arms like tired children, while in some other room Miserys child, a boy now almost a day old and still unnamed, awoke and began to cry. Pain burst out from his knee and shrouded him, whitely radiant, in the center of a nova. He crumpled the wet paper with a convulsive closing jerk of his fist and slammed it into her mouth, driving the half-charred first bunch farther down.
"This was a no-brakes chapter.
Was he going to let it stay there, or was he going to be a man and sick the fucking thing up? Gritting his teeth and ignoring the pain, he began to rub at the mark on the right-hand side of the door.