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From: Ina Bynum
Subject: [Janosik-devel] Fwd: hey
Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 09:11:45 -0400
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No. Whatever else might have happened, her apocalyptic depression had passed. "After almost twenty hours in the dampness, his legs felt as if someone had studded them with rusty nails. He was amused and appalled to find himself feeling a little sorry for Annie Wilkes The Sidewinder cop who asked most of the questions began by telling Annie she could have a lawyer present if she wanted. "Not now, Warner,»he croaked, and began the long, draining job of backing and filling the wheelchair so he could get a straight shot at the door. "But if you pay this five hundred and six dollars before — "And seventeen cents,»she put in fiercely. Poor buggers down there never stopped busting their balls, and -he didn't envy them one little bit."Suddenly her face broke apart. He also realized that wasn't the real question. We'll have some time. He took five of the boxes — a total of thirty capsules. And.

At last, as he had begun to think she had just sailed off into oblivion forever with no fuss or fanfare, she lowered the trap and went on as if she had never stopped speaking. The two men wept in each other's arms like tired children, while in some other room Misery's child, a boy now almost a day old and still unnamed, awoke and began to cry. "She looked at him with a level sort of impatience, and he realized that since killing the cop, she had seemed almost sane. They showed him going down the hill, they showed the cliff, they showed him banging on the car door, trying to open it. When the carpet banked past him (her hair streamed out behind her; her eyes were as bright and flinty as the eyes of a sea-captain navigating among icebergs), he saw it was woven all in green and white; it made a Colorado license plate. He would never be able to maneuver this balky, oversized thing back to the bedroom in time. Annie was driven forward onto the floor with the burning stack of paper under her. On Paul's fourteenth birthday his father had given him a Red Devil condom in a foil envelope. Would she have behaved in this same fashion if it had been Joe Blow from Kokomo she had hauled out of the wreck? He managed to get to his hands and knees, fell forward, and then got painfully back up again. Sitting there, head thrown back, face shiny with sweat, hair plastered to his forehead, Paul spoke one of them aloud now, almost as an incantation: "There may be fairies, there may be elves, but God helps those who help themselves. Then Annie was swerving up the side lawn, using it to turn, and her gaze fell on Paul for one second and Paul felt sure he knew what that momentary gaze meant. "Take this,»she said, and put a hand still cool from the out-of-doors on the back of his neck so he could sit up enough to drink without choking. "No,»he said immediately when he saw the tired yellow cellar-light gleam on the hypodermic needle. He had once asked for them in a timid and tentative voice, and she had given him a look of such utter darkness that he had told her at once to forget it. The keys clittered, and then another chunk of metal fell out on the board which served as his desk. The morning of the fifteenth dawned windy and dull with clouds, and Annie changed. There was sensory input, but he was not doing anything with it — not seeing what he was seeing, not hearing what he was hearing. But, Annie, you've got: to settle d- " I "This is what they want,»she said, and raised one hooked hand to her forehead. not where she usually sat, however; she sat on its foot and for a moment he saw only her solid, impervious back as she bent over, as if to check on something. — but she did want him to see the pictures, and to tell her what she had wrong (which, she was sure, must be a great deal). In the empty house»Paul Sheldon's Laughing Place sounded like the padded cell of a madman.

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