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"
Her
,
"
Miller
said
simply
,
and
jerked
his
thumb
toward
one
of
the
middle
aisles
.
"
That
crazy
cunt
.
That
witch
.
"
It
was
Mrs.
Carmody
he
had
jerked
his
thumb
at
.
She
was
no
longer
alone
;
two
women
had
joined
her
.
From
their
bright
clothes
I
guessed
they
were
probably
tourists
or
summer
people
,
ladies
who
had
maybe
left
their
families
to
"
just
run
into
town
and
get
a
few
things
"
and
were
now
eaten
up
with
worry
over
their
husbands
and
kids
.
Ladies
eager
to
grasp
at
almost
any
straw
.
Maybe
even
the
black
comfort
of
a
Mrs.
Carmody
.
Her
pantsuit
shone
out
with
its
same
baleful
resplendence
.
She
was
talking
,
gesturing
,
her
face
hard
and
grim
.
The
two
ladies
in
their
bright
clothes
(
but
not
as
bright
as
Mrs.
Carmody
's
pantsuit
,
no
,
and
her
gigantic
satchel
of
a
purse
was
still
tucked
firmly
under
one
doughy
arm
)
were
listening
raptly
.
"
She
's
another
reason
I
want
to
get
out
,
Drayton
.
By
night
she
'll
have
six
people
sitting
with
her
.
If
those
pink
bugs
and
the
birds
come
back
tonight
,
she
'll
have
a
whole
congregation
sitting
with
her
by
tomorrow
morning
.
Then
we
can
start
worrying
about
who
she
'll
tell
them
to
sacrifice
to
make
it
all
better
.
Maybe
me
,
or
you
,
or
that
guy
Hatlen
.
Maybe
your
kid
.
"
"
That
's
idiocy
,
"
I
said
.
But
was
it
?
The
cold
chill
crawling
up
my
back
said
not
necessarily
.
Mrs.
Carmody
's
mouth
moved
and
moved
.
The
eyes
of
the
tourist
ladies
were
fixed
on
her
wrinkled
lips
.
Was
it
idiocy
?
I
thought
of
the
dusty
stuffed
animals
drinking
at
their
looking-glass
stream
.
Mrs.
Carmody
had
power
.
Even
Steff
,
normally
hardheaded
and
straight-from-the-shoulder
,
invoked
the
old
lady
's
name
with
unease
.
That
crazy
cunt
,
Miller
had
called
her
.
That
witch
.
"
The
people
in
this
market
are
going
through
a
section-eight
experience
for
sure
,
"
Miller
said
.
He
gestured
at
the
red-painted
beams
framing
the
show-window
segments
...
twisted
and
splintered
and
buckled
out
of
shape
.
"
Their
minds
probably
feel
like
those
beams
look
.
Mine
sure
as
shit
does
.
I
spent
half
of
last
night
thinking
I
must
have
flipped
out
of
my
gourd
,
that
I
was
probably
in
a
straitjacket
in
Danvers
,
raving
my
head
off
about
bugs
and
dinosaur
birds
and
tentacles
and
that
it
would
all
go
away
just
as
soon
as
the
nice
orderly
came
along
and
shot
a
wad
of
Thorazine
into
my
arm
.
"
His
small
face
wass
trained
and
white
.
He
looked
at
Mrs.
Carmody
and
then
back
at
me
,
tell
you
it
might
happen
As
people
get
flakier
she
's
going
to
look
better
and
better
to
some
of
them
.
And
I
do
n't
want
to
be
around
if
that
happens
.
"
Mrs.
Carmody
's
lips
,
moving
and
moving
.
Her
tongue
dancing
around
her
old
lady
's
snaggle
teeth
.
She
did
look
like
a
witch
.
Put
her
in
a
pointy
black
hat
and
she
would
be
perfect
.
What
was
she
saying
to
her
two
captured
birds
in
their
bright
summer
plumage
?
Arrowhead
Project
?
Black
Spring
the
Abominations
from
cellars
of
the
earth
?
Human
sacrifice
?
