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What Happened to the Soldiers. With Amanda. A Conversation with Dan Miller.
"She’sanotherreasonIwanttogetout,Drayton.Bynightshe’llhavesixpeoplesittingwithher.Ifthosepinkbugsandthebirdscomebacktonight,she’llhaveawholecongregationsittingwithherbytomorrowmorning.Thenwecanstartworryingaboutwhoshe’lltellthemtosacrificetomakeitallbetter.Maybeme,oryou,orthatguyHatlen.Maybeyourkid."
"That’sidiocy,"Isaid.Butwasit?Thecoldchillcrawlingupmybacksaidnotnecessarily.Mrs.Carmody’smouthmovedandmoved.Theeyesofthetouristladieswerefixedonherwrinkledlips.Wasitidiocy?Ithoughtofthedustystuffedanimalsdrinkingattheirlooking-glassstream.Mrs.Carmodyhadpower.EvenSteff,normallyhardheadedandstraight-from-the-shoulder,invokedtheoldlady’snamewithunease.
Thatcrazycunt,Millerhadcalledher.Thatwitch.
"Thepeopleinthismarketaregoingthroughasection-eightexperienceforsure,"Millersaid.Hegesturedatthered-paintedbeamsframingtheshow-windowsegments...twistedandsplinteredandbuckledoutofshape."Theirmindsprobablyfeellikethosebeamslook.Minesureasshitdoes.IspenthalfoflastnightthinkingImusthaveflippedoutofmygourd,thatIwasprobablyinastraitjacketinDanvers,ravingmyheadoffaboutbugsanddinosaurbirdsandtentaclesandthatitwouldallgoawayjustassoonastheniceorderlycamealongandshotawadofThorazineintomyarm."Hissmallfacewasstrainedandwhite.HelookedatMrs.Carmodyandthenbackatme,tellyouitmighthappen
