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Because you went on living to find out what happened next, isn't that what you're really saying? Distantly, from the parlor, he could hear the rippling strains of Chopin, and he paused with the strip of towel still in his left hand, listening. The penguin sitting on his block of ice was still on the knickknack table, but she had thrown many of the other ceramic pieces into the comer, where their littered remains were scattered — sharp little hooks and shards. He waited patiently for her to return, eating his soup as he did so, holding the spoon awkwardly between the first and second fingers of his left hand. His eyes were bulging, his mouth was open, his tongue straight down between his teeth like the pull on a window-shade. He selected the longest butcher-knife and went back to his room, pausing to rub away the hub-marks on the sides of the doorway. He had expected to feel terrified when things got to this point, and was relieved to find he felt quite calm. He had seen her low before, but he'd seen nothing like this; he wondered if she'd ever had a low as low as this before. Paul hid behind his work and tried not to think about his car, the discovery of which was already overdue. Although he had been tearing along like house afire a few seconds ago, anxious to get Ian, Geoffrey, and the ever-amusing Hezekiah caught in the Bourkas ambush so that the entire party could be transported to the caves behind the face of the idol for the rousing finale, he was suddenly tired. He could write the account Charlie wanted, but to do so would be tantamount to admitting to himself that he would never write another novel. It might have just been one of those things which happened, but he later came to suspect she had nearly killed him with an accidental overdose. The song came back, the one by the Trammps: Burn, baby, burn, burn the mother down! Martian death-machines He looked toward the barbecue pot, expecting it to look like a barbecue pot in the morning light: a barbecue pot and nothing else. She went to the barn, tossed the garbage bags inside the doors, then came back to the house. The gotta which had kept them both alive — and it had, for without it she surely would have murdered both him and herself long since — was also what had caused the loss of his thumb. ""No, ma'am, I'm sure you don't,»David said, and, amazingly, their footfalls and voices began to fade toward the kitchen again. Paul went on, wanting to take a cab, but he was supposed to walk at least a mile every day and this was his mile and it hurt like hell and to take his mind off the mile he started wondering where that kid had come from, where the shopping cart had come from, and most of all where the skunk had come from. The hole opened and Paul stared through at what was there, unaware that his fingers were picking up speed, unaware that his aching legs were in the same city but fifty blocks away, unaware that he was weeping as he wrote. He must take no more than he could reasonably hope to hide if she came back suddenly. In his current situation, however, such niceties hardly seemed worth examination. Now his trembling hands flew up like startled birds and clapped against the sides of his head, as if to hold in his exploding brains.