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"he bawled. Your imagination. I knew the snow would cover him up, and I thought the spring melt would carry him away if I left him in the stream-bed. Little scraps of khaki uniform lay in the driveway or fluttered in the freshly cut grass of the side lawn. I thought the stuff in them had been sort of stirred around, and I was pretty sure that one of the cartons that was on the bottom before was on top of some of the other cartons now, but I couldn't be sure. "This was a lie he had made up on the spur of the moment, but it had the desired effect — she looked more confused than ever, lost in a specialists»world of which she had not the slightest knowledge. In a numb sort of way he understood and appreciated the bravery of the act, of making little lives that weren't, creating th! e appearance of motion and the illusion of warmth.Annie's boot-heels rattled staccato down the hallwav. No, it wasn't. "Ghosts are just as real as you or me, sair,»Colter was saying earnestly. He'll just be gone. This had been almost half a year ago, in the spring.

"The writer's scenano was that Annie was still alive, although he understood this was only make-believe. Just a kid pushing a shopping cart up 48th Street, that was all, but there had been a cage in the cart, and in it had been a rather large furry animal which Paul at first thought was a cat. For a moment he considered simply lighting the place on fire, began to reject the idea as the most ridiculous yet, and then saw something which made him reconsider it briefly. Paul watched her hasten down the walk to the driveway, intent not on meeting but intercepting him. Geoffrey thought the Wellington story was probably an exaggeration, but Old Shinny, as he and Tan had called him as boys, had see, Geoffrey through all his childhood illnesses, and Shinny had seemed a very old man to him, even then. "I don't kid myself that you care, I don't kid myself about that ! at all, but you know. He tried and heard the squeal of axe against bone, the soft flump as the match in her hand lit the Bernz-O-matiC. She stood there and Paul lay in his bed with round marks in the pillow beside his ears and looked at her. Before, such a movement would have made him scream with pain, but now the pain was disappearing under a beautiful glassiness. "Annie Annie oh Annie please please no please don't Annie I swear to you I'll be good I swear to God I'll be good please give me a chance to be good OH ANNIE PLEASE LET ME BE GOOD — "Just a little pain. "But you take another episode,»she said, "and this is exactly what's wrong with what you wrote yesterday, Paul, so listen to me. It was the DIVORCES GRANTED column from the Nederland paper, but he had to turn it over to make sure that Annie and Ralph were a part of it. ! It sounded fainter now, and he was marginally aware that wasn't because Annie was moving away but because he was. The manuscript copy of Fast Cars which was now in Annie Wilkes's possession was, in fact, the only existing copy in the whole world. He could see random flowers of rust blooming on this side before the goop covered it. Paul thought that the occasional moments like this were the most ghastly of all, because in them he saw the woman she might have been if her upbringing had been right or the drugs squirted out by all the funny little glands inside her had been less wrong. He clawed one open and saw — the capsules she gave him every six hours, enclosed in their little blisters. One day not long before the thumbectomy — perhaps even less than a week — Annie had come in with two giant dishes of vanilla ice-cream, a can of Hershey's chocolate syrup, a pressure can of Reddi-Whip, and a jar in which maraschino cherries red as heart's blood floated like biology specimens. ! He thought Constant Reader would not swallow two unrelated women in neighboring townships being buried alive six months apart as a result of bee-stings. It would be precious little consolation to him, however, if Annie were to be finally brought to bay for the murder of Paul Sheldon. He put the towel aside, flexed the hand for awhile (the first few times made him grimace with pain, but then the hand began to limber up), and started to write again. When it didn't, he gave another giant whooping gasp, and then he was breathing again on his own, and doing it as fast as he could to flush the smell and taste of her out of him.