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From: Madeline Estrada
Subject: [Gene-discuss] Re [4]:
Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2006 14:05:23 -0400

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It kept recurring at odd moments. Yeah "I don't think they'll come tonight — except maybe to cruise by — but they will come. He pulled himself along on his elbows like a soldier advancing beneath heavy machine-gun fire. And in Colorado, most of the attention and concern were focused on Trooper Duane Kushner — as he supposed these two visitors proved. The irony was that the woman had coerced him into writing what was easily the best of the "Misery»novels. probably meant he was in for a really bad night, because his»pelvis had gotten pretty quiet over the last two months.One night he dreamed that Mr Rancho Grande returned to Annie's place. If he got out of this alive, he thought he might drop Christopher Hale a note. The answer was a resounding HELL, NO! "Rinse! He couldn't wake up.

I tried to turn the doorknob, but for a few seconds it wouldn't turn — it was like the door was locked. "She was looking at him with that disconcerting _expression_ of matemal love and tenderness — disconcerting because of the total solid blackness underlying it. He was surprised at how calm he felt — the strongest emotion in him right now was mild annoyance at being interrupted just when it was starting to float like a butterfly and sting like a bee. A pretty young woman was getting out of the front passenger seat, fluffing her blow-dried hair and pausing for one final appraising look at her makeup in the outside rear-view mirror before joining her camera-man. 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. "The dirty birdies around here would say anything to get me in trouble or smear my name. It had fallen in some way that was keeping the lock's tongue from retracting completely. If she could got put an end to her restless tossing and turning, she could at least postpone the moment at which she began it. "Us dirty birdies are never all that funny, but we never stop trying — you have to give us that,»he muttered. The trooper's gun, with a long slash of bright metal now scarring its barrel, lay in the dust. I killed her because I got tired of seeing her soul-kissing her boyfriend on the couch, him with his hand shoved so far up her skirt he looked like he was prospecting for gold. They didn't have to ask; the owners of the land between the road and the cabin gave them the keys. He rolled clumsily onto his stomach burrowed one arm deep under the mattress, and brought out one of the Novril sample cards. If the police come, it may raise suspicion, but I'd rather have them suspicious than have them drive up to the house and hear you making a big cockadoodie fuss. He let himself slouch to the right in the wheelchair, at first trying to ignore the pain in his right side — pain that felt like an increasing bubble of pressure, something similar to a tooth impaction — and then giving way and screaming. In real time it did not last long; perhaps five seconds and surely no longer than ten. She finished struggling into her coat and stopped shaking her finger long enough to rake the zipper up She helped him to sit up — there was a dull, thudding flare of pain in his pelvic area but it subsided — and then she leaned over, the side of her neck pressing against his shoulder like the neck of a horse. Without his even being aware that it was happening, Paul's face rearranged itself into the _expression_ of sincere concentration he always wore while listening to editors. Ramage, whose own kindly heart was broken, began to sing it a cradle song in a voice cracked and full of tears. Not to try to kill her with, oh no; she would take one look at the knife in his hand and step back into the shed for her. Continuity lapses had begun to proliferate with the stealth of rats breeding in cellar corners: for a space of thirty pages, the Baron had become the Viscount from Misery's Quest.


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