I should he able to beat them. That sun had heat as well as brilliance — he could feel it on his face and hands as he sat here.
She passed from sight again. But there was another part of him, more calculating and less cowed, which reminded him that he could not play the part of Scheherazade if he grew frightened and placatory whenever she stormed. He had seen her low before, but hed seen nothing like this; he wondered if shed ever had a low as low as this before. This womans feelings, obsessed though they might have been, had never evolved into Annies paranoid fixation, but Paul understood now that the wellspring had been the same.
He saw her pulling her lip out, digging her short nails into its sensitive pink meat. Not that Paul didnt try.
Roll out those lazy hazy crazy days of summer, he though sourly, and threw the key-hammer in the general direction of the wastebasket. "Or there was the case of his friend Gary Ruddman, who worked for the Boulder Public Library.