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"
Yes
!
"
he
cried
.
Then
the
headlight
she
had
felt
rushing
upon
her
,
hit
its
goal
—
and
she
screamed
in
the
bright
explosion
of
the
impact
—
she
screamed
in
physical
terror
,
backing
away
from
him
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
with
you
?
"
he
cried
,
shaking
,
not
daring
to
see
in
her
eyes
the
thing
she
had
seen
.
She
moved
her
hands
in
groping
gestures
,
half
-
waving
it
away
,
half
trying
to
grasp
it
;
when
she
answered
,
her
words
did
not
quite
name
it
,
but
they
were
the
only
words
she
could
find
:
"
You
.
.
.
you
’
re
a
killer
.
.
.
for
the
sake
of
killing
.
.
.
"
It
was
too
close
to
the
unnamed
;
shaking
with
terror
,
he
swung
out
blindly
and
struck
her
in
the
face
.
She
fell
against
the
side
of
an
armchair
,
her
head
striking
the
floor
,
but
she
raised
her
head
in
a
moment
and
looked
up
at
him
blankly
,
without
astonishment
,
as
if
physical
reality
were
merely
taking
the
form
she
had
expected
.
A
single
pear
-
shaped
drop
of
blood
went
slithering
slowly
from
the
corner
of
her
mouth
.
He
stood
motionless
—
and
for
a
moment
they
looked
at
each
other
,
as
if
neither
dared
to
move
.
She
moved
first
.
She
sprang
to
her
feet
—
and
ran
.
She
ran
out
of
the
room
,
out
of
the
apartment
—
he
heard
her
running
down
the
hall
,
tearing
open
the
iron
door
of
the
emergency
stairway
,
not
waiting
to
ring
for
the
elevator
.
She
ran
down
the
stairs
,
opening
doors
on
random
landings
,
running
through
the
twisting
hallways
of
the
building
,
then
down
the
stairs
again
,
until
she
found
herself
in
the
lobby
and
ran
to
the
street
.
After
a
while
,
she
saw
that
she
was
walking
down
a
littered
sidewalk
in
a
dark
neighborhood
,
with
an
electric
bulb
glaring
in
the
cave
of
a
subway
entrance
and
a
lighted
billboard
advertising
soda
crackers
on
the
black
roof
of
a
laundry
.
She
did
not
remember
how
she
had
come
here
.
Her
mind
seemed
to
work
in
broken
spurts
,
without
connections
.
