and shell be suspicious. This hypnotic state of absorption was rudely shaken but not broken when, on the third day after the visit of David and Goliath, a cream-colored Ford station wagon with KTKA / Grand Junction written on the side pulled into Annies driveway.
"I know that, Mister Smart Guy. She looked at him with that same dullards _expression_ as she pinched her lower lip between the thumb and first finger of her right hand. ""Ill be in with some breast of chicken and mashed potatoes and peas for you in half an hour. And now, as he awoke, he did so with a jerk that hurt him all over, hardly aware that his lips were pressed tightly together to keep the scream inside, although the thumbectomy had happened over a month ago.
"she screamed, hooking her fingers into claws and shaking them at him, as if she would tear his eyes out. A third threw a beer-bottle.
Why couldnt that have happened to him Because writers remember everything, Paul. He supposed he should count himself lucky that she hadnt re-broken his legs with a baseball bat or given him a battery-acid manicure or something similar to indicate her displeasure with the way he had begun her book — such critical responses were always possible, given Annies unique view of the world.