Subject: Re[6]:

From: Keri Schwartz <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2006 12:54:47 +0200

"Annie chopped her hand down hard. She stood there for moment, hands fisted on hips, then stalked back toward the house.

Her body was big but not generous. the possibility the dope might not be in the downstairs bathroom as he had surmised but hidden somewhere. The urge to laugh had dissipated when he realized that Annie might know everything about the deus ex machina except the name.
Until he could do that, she would have him on a chain as well as in a wheelchair — a chain of Novril capsules.

He thought he would have been able to hear the chiming of the parlor clock if the night had been still, but a strong summer wind had blown up, as it so often did these nights, and there was only time, spreading out forever. He couldnt stop shivering.

"She walked over to one of the cellar windows and stood there a moment, looking out, measuring the fall of the day. The pills were the tide; Annie Wilkes was the lunar presence which pulled them into his mouth like jetsam on a wave.