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Sat Dec 30 14:32:52 2006
From: "Ora Colvin" <constancycarrissa@anr.cc>
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<p><font =20color=3D"#FFFFF0">"She still sounded awed. =20=
Not a word about that. =20Annie lay s=
ilent and face-down in blood and spilled champagne and fragments of green =
glass. =20""Aye, so I nearly did,=BB=
Ian said, and thought: If Geoffrey had returned with the doctor even ten m=
inutes later, I believe she would have died. =20He brought his arms=
forward and down, letting the typewriter fly out of his hands. =20=
Listen very carefully and don't interrupt, because I don't know how much t=
ime I have. =20"She went out, leaving him to sit in the wh=
eelchair and look at the water running from the icicles which clung to the=
edge of the barn.I don't want to fictionalize myself. =
=20It flew out into space and then it went down. =
=20She was already running out. =20"I'm way ahe=
ad of you, Annie, he thought. =20"Paul said noth=
ing.</font></p>
<p><font =20color=3D"#FFFFF8">Three of the dead were child=
ren=A0=97 Paul Krenmitz, 8, Frederick Krenmitz, 6, and Alison Krenmitz, 3.=
=20He supposed that, in her deepening psychotic spiral, she=
had begun to see all of them as poor poor things. =
=20Then there was a mouth clamped over his, a mouth which was unmistakably=
a woman's mouth in spite of its hard spitless lips, and the wind from thi=
s woman's mouth blew into his own mouth and down his throat, puffing his l=
ungs, and when the lips were pulled back he smelled his warder for the fir=
st time, smelled her on the outrush of the breath she had forced into him =
the way a man might force a part of himself into an unwilling woman, a dre=
adful mixed stench of vanilla cookies and chocolate ice-cream and chicken =
gravy and peanut-butter fudge. =20"Bugger you and=
the effword you rode in on,=BBhe said, and he suddenly felt better again,=
felt himself again, even though he knew this rebellion was petty and piti=
ful and meaningless=A0=97 she was in the barn where she couldn't hear him,=
and the tide was safely in over the splintered pilings. =20The only rea=
l question is about Ralph: does he come at the beginning, in the middle, o=
r at the end? =20It was sand, he saw this was Annie=
Wilkes pretending to be Misery Chastain pretending to be the sandman. =
=20He looked like an outfielder reachi=
ng desperately for a home-run ball he had absolutely no chance of catching=
=20"And he had returned to his cal?che without so much as a response to=
Geoffrey's question. =20I had to, because your car bein=
g gone meant that you could really stay, you could really finish my book. =
=20This book, he began to understand, was a gothic novel, and thus was =
more dependent on plot than on situation. =20He worked on the lock wi=
th one of the bobby-pins, holding two spares in his mouth like a seamstres=
s hemming a dress. =20"Slowly, appare=
ntly unaware of what she was doing, she began to suck the rat's blood from=
her fingers. =20""Thank you, Annie,=BBhe said from atop his golden =
glistening wave, and he thought: Bu tyou may have read me wrong, you know=A0=
=97 I mean, the situations that lead men into temptation have been severel=
y curtailed up here. =20Her right cheek was swelling up, and it loo=
ked like she was going to have a hell of a shiner in the morning. =
=20Ramage's mouth dropped open and she was halfway to the do=
or before she remembered she was in her nightgown and cap. =20Half a=
n hour later he was sitting in front of the blank screen, thinking he had =
to be a glutton for punishment. =20What he had b=
urned had been nothing more than an illusion with a title page on top=A0=97=
blank pages interspersed with written rejects and culls. =
=20Her complexion had been a deep purple from which her bloo=
d-rimmed eyes stared in a bulging expression of terminal horror. =
=20He typed the words MISERY'S RETUR in the upper left-hand =
comer, the number I in the upper right. =
=20and if her hands slipped up his legs as she climbed the stairs, sh=
e was going to grab, more than a handful of his skinny ass. =
=20He didn't stop hearing the riding mower, but its sound becam=
e deeper, rougher, choppier: the sound of the electric knife. =
=20He looked up at the ceiling and saw the intertinked W's waltzing =
drunkenly across the plaster.</font></p>
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