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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Alison Bruce)
Sat Aug 19 01:02:51 2006
From: "Alison Bruce" <iancline@atlanta.com>
To: "Crypto.discuss" <crypto.discuss@bloom-picayune.mit.edu>
Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2006 17:10:00 -0200
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ur book, Annie,=BBhe panted, and his hand closed on more paper. =
=20He could see in her skittery eyes how frightened sh=
e had been and still was. =20At five o'clock she would=
serve him a light supper, and at seven she would roll in the black-and-wh=
ite television and they would watch M*A*S*H* and WKRP in Cincinnati. =
=20He wove the chair between the piles of paper and the casually sta=
cked pads with the ease of long practice, listened once more, then reached=
down and pulled out a nine-inch section of the baseboard. =
=20and then, sometime later, he heard the stealthy noises he had been a=
fraid of: the low, momentary scuff-and-scurry of the rats. =20H=
e held the jamb and felt her over him felt her hands sinking into his neck=
and he screamed Die can't you die can't you ever die can't you=A0=97 "GA =
W. =20He nearly fainted, in the grip of the greatest terror he had ever k=
nown, a terror that was filled with deep and unmanning guilt.Locked in thi=
s bed. =20Blood first welled between =
lip and then gushed down her chin. =20=
Do you hear me? =20Annie, I'm sorry if I sca=
red you, but you gotta help me into the chair. =20He also rea=
lized that wasn't the real question.</font></p>
<p><font =20color=3D"#FFFFF9">In an act of self-preservation, part o=
f his imagination had, over the last few weeks, actually become Annie, and=
it was now this Annie-part that spoke up in its dry and uncontradictable =
voice. =20Only three nights ago, he thoug=
ht again with stupid wonder, and then Ian was raining blows into his face.=
=20I came in here a few days ago and you'd managed t=
o get into your wheelchair all by yourself! =20Paul=
jammed his teeth together and grimly told himself he=BBwould not vomit, w=
ould not, would not. =20He could see dark-brown wax plug=
ging one ear and wondered with faint disgust how the hell she could hear a=
nything. =20Annie pulled the axe free and tossed it aside absently at=
the jetting stump for a moment and picked up the box of matches. =
=20""Chuckie Yoder is right,=BBPaul said, thinking t=
hat it was partly Dom's fault that he'd gotten himself into this hell in t=
he first place. =20I knew writers were supposed=
to have big egos, but I guess I didn't understand that meant ingratitude,=
too! =20And then one day the hole widened to VistaVision width =
and the light shone through like a sunray in a Cecil B. =20He h=
ad paused to throw on the first thing in the downstairs hall closet which =
came to hand =97 this turned out to be a dark-maroon smoking jacket. =
=20It would be precious little consolation to him, however, if Annie wer=
e to be finally brought to bay for the murder of Paul Sheldon. =20Paul ha=
d heard him walk away from the door, and although he knocked again, Gary h=
ad not come back. =20Warner Wolf screamed exultantly in his mind a=
s the thousands in Annie Wilkes Stadium=A0=97 not to mention the untold mi=
llions watching at home=A0=97 broke into thunderous cheers. =20Then, hou=
rs later, after the sandwiches and potato salad had been eaten, after the =
last few drops of Kool-Aid had been coaxed from his father's big Thermos, =
just before his mother said it was time to pack up and start home, the top=
of the rotted piling would begin to show again=A0=97 just a peek and flas=
h between the incoming waves at first, then more and more. =
=20The, idea that God could be cruel would in those =
days have struck him as absurd. =20the possibility the dope might not be =
in the downstairs bathroom as he had surmised but hidden somewhere. =
=20The gotta, as in: "I think I'll stay up another fifteen-twenty min=
utes, honey, I gotta see how this chapter comes out. =20Paul looked at =
the pile of paper sitting on the board beside the hateful Royal typewriter=
=20It was the tide, his father had tri=
ed to explain, but he had always known it was the piling. =20If =
you think that means I was out any number of times, go on and fill in the =
blank! =20Now, breaking into these gloomy meditations, ther=
e came the healthy bawl of a child =97 his son, awake and more than ready =
for his afternoon meal. =20More than =
anything else, that buttoned coat suggested that Annie had been right: so =
far, this was just a routine check-back.</font></p>
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