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Blood
had
begun
to
trickle
down
from
his
palms
.
Like
stigmata
,
oh
yes
.
He
squeezed
tighter
,
savaging
himself
with
pain
.
His
wife
was
asleep
beside
him
,
why
not
?
There
were
no
problems
.
He
had
agreed
to
take
her
and
Danny
away
from
the
big
bad
boogeyman
and
there
were
no
problems
.
So
you
see
,
Al
,
I
thought
the
best
thing
to
do
would
be
to
(
kill
her
.
)
The
thought
rose
up
from
nowhere
,
naked
and
unadorned
.
The
urge
to
tumble
her
out
of
bed
,
naked
,
bewildered
,
just
beginning
to
wake
up
;
to
pounce
on
her
,
seize
her
neck
like
the
green
limb
of
a
young
aspen
and
to
throttle
her
,
thumbs
on
windpipe
,
fingers
pressing
against
the
top
of
her
spine
,
jerking
her
head
up
and
ramming
it
back
down
against
the
floorboards
,
again
and
again
,
whamming
,
whacking
,
smashing
,
crashing
.
Jitter
and
jive
,
baby
.
Shake
,
rattle
,
and
roll
.
He
would
make
her
take
her
medicine
.
Every
drop
.
Every
last
bitter
drop
.
He
was
dimly
aware
of
a
muffled
noise
somewhere
,
just
outside
his
hot
and
racing
inner
world
.
He
looked
across
the
room
and
Danny
was
thrashing
again
,
twisting
in
his
bed
and
rumpling
the
blankets
.
The
boy
was
moaning
deep
in
his
throat
,
a
small
,
caged
sound
.
What
nightmare
?
A
purple
woman
,
long
dead
,
shambling
after
him
down
twisting
hotel
corridors
?
Somehow
he
didn
’
t
think
so
.
Something
else
chased
Danny
in
his
dreams
.
Something
worse
.
The
bitter
lock
of
his
emotions
was
broken
.
He
got
out
of
bed
and
went
across
to
the
boy
,
feeling
sick
and
ashamed
of
himself
.
It
was
Danny
he
had
to
think
of
,
not
Wendy
,
not
himself
.
Only
Danny
.
And
no
matter
what
shape
he
wrestled
the
facts
into
,
he
knew
in
his
heart
that
Danny
must
be
taken
out
.
He
straightened
the
boy
’
s
blankets
and
added
the
quilt
from
the
foot
of
the
bed
.
Danny
had
quieted
again
now
.
Jack
touched
the
sleeping
forehead
(
what
monsters
capering
just
behind
that
ridge
of
bone
?
)
and
found
it
warm
,
but
not
overly
so
.
And
he
was
sleeping
peacefully
again
.
Queer
.
He
got
back
into
bed
and
tried
to
sleep
.
It
eluded
him
.
