"Old superstition of mine,he said. 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 tossed the open bottle of Betadine over her shoulder, her face blank and empty and yet so unarguably solid; she slid her right hand down the handle of the axe alnost to the steel head. Tom had shown him how to hot-wire an ignition, how to use the thin and limber strip of metal car-thieves called Slim Jims to yank the lock on a car door, how to short out a car burglar alarm.
Its me Ive forgotten my purse!
The car turned into the driveway, the smooth, sleepy beat of that big 442 Plymouth engine almost like a trademark. It had not been designed to keep its balance as it passed over jutting rocks, fallen logs, or the heads of state troopers.