A sudden knock at the door startled her. She set her fingers in the hair and tugged, drawing him to a sitting
posture and stooping so that her eyes would be on the level with his when he
awoke. He regretted now that in his idle hours he
hadn't hunted up one against the rainy day. On this side was a razor with
which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with
blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had
beaten out his wife's brains. Don't
unman him. I wanted to speak to you first. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car,
having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was
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dissolved where it lay. Shari regaled Lucy with soap operatic tales of boy-girl
intrigues at the high school, then spoke of her aspirations
for the future. “It isn’t only the dance,” she said.
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