"Aye, so we do, sair, so we do. Paul closed his eyes, swaying unsteadily on his twisted, aching legs, waiting to see if he was going to get mad or cry.
He took a final glance at the cartons. He heard a wooden thunk, a metallic clunk, and then a shaking sound he had heard some place before. they sat in a circle, and the game was like Annies chapter-plays, and he almost always won. He saw Annie Wilkes in a long aproned dress, her hair covered with a mobcap, an Annie who looked like a nurse in Londons Bedlam Hospital.
She stood in the doorway, holding a bottle of champagne wrapped in a strip of towelling. For Gods sake, WAKE up!
Her hands snapped open, hooked shut into solid rocklike fists, then snapped open again. It was Careless just killed this guy in a Times Square movie theater and now hes got to get the body back to his car without anyone saying "Hey mister, is that guy as dead as he looks or did he just pitch a fit or something?