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Chapter 26
Maybewecangetoutaheretonight.»Shemovedswiftlytohim.«Tom,youain’tgonnaslipout?»
«No,Ma.»
«Yousure?Youwon’tgo?»
«No,Ma.I’llbehere.»
«Awright.’Member,Rosasharn.»Shewentoutandclosedthedoorfirmlybehindher.Tomlaystill—andthenawaveofsleepliftedhimtotheedgeofunconsciousnessanddroppedhimslowlybackandliftedhimagain.«You—Tom!»
«Huh?Yeah!»Hestartedawake.HelookedoveratRoseofSharon.Hereyeswereblazingwithresentment.«Whatyouwant?»
«Youkilledafella!»
«Yeah.Notsoloud!Youwantarousesomebody?»
«WhatdaIcare?»shecried.«Thatladytol’me.Shesayswhatsin’sgonnado.Shetol’me.WhatchanceIgottohaveanicebaby?Connie’sgone,an’Iain’tgettin’goodfood.Iain’tgettin’milk.»Hervoicerosehysterically.«An’nowyoukillafella.Whatchancethatbabygottogetboreright?Iknow—gonnabeafreak—afreak!Ineverdonenodancin’.»
Tomgotup.«Sh!»hesaid.«You’regonnagetfolksinhere.»
«Idon’care.I’llhaveafreak!Ididn’dancenohug-dance.»Hewentneartoher.«Bequiet.»
«Yougetawayfromme.Itain’tthefirstfellayoukilled,neither.»Herfacewasgrowingredwithhysteria.Herwordsblurred.
«Idon’wantalookatyou.»Shecoveredherheadwithherblanket.
Tomheardthechoked,smotheredcries.Hebithislowerlipandstudiedthefloor.AndthenhewenttoPa’sbed.Undertheedgeofthemattresstheriflelay,alever-actionWinchester.38,longandheavy.
