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not mocked。
First the blood； then the power；
（you sign your name you sign it in blood）
now a boy and dancing and he would take her to a roadhouse after； take her into the parking lot； take her into the back seat； take her Blood； fresh blood。 Blood was always at the root of it； and only blood could expiate it。
She was a big woman with massive upper arms that had swarfed her elbows to dimples； but her head was surprisingly small on the end of her strong； corded neck。 It had once been a beautiful face。 It was still beautiful in a weird； zealous way。 But the eyes had taken on a strange； wandering cast； and the lines had deepened cruelly around the denying but oddly weak mouth。 Her hair； which had been almost all black a year ago； was now almost white。
The only way to kill sin； true black sin； was to drown it in the blood of
（she must be sacrificed）
a repentant heart。 Surely God understood that； and had laid His finger upon her。 Had not God Himself manded Abraham to take his son Isaac up upon the mountain？
She shuffled out into the kitchen in her old and splayed slippers； and opened the kitchen utensil drawer。 The knife they used for carving was long and sharp and arched in the middle from constant honing。 She sat down on the high stool by the counter； found the sliver of whetstone in its small aluminium dish； and began to scrub it along the gleaming edge of the blade with the apathetic； fixated attention of the damned。
The Black Forest cuckoo clock ticked and ticked and finally the bird jumped out to call once and announce eight…thirty。
In her mouth she tasted olives。
THE SENIOR CLASS PRESENTS SPRING BALL 79
May 27；1979
Music by The Billy Bosman； Band
Music by Josie and the Moonglows
ENTERTAINMENT
'Cabaret' … Baton Twirling by Sandra Stenchfield
'500 Miles'
'Lemon Tree'
'Mr Tambourine Man'
Folk Music by John Swithen and Maureen Cowan 'The Street Where You Live'
'Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head'
Ewen High School Chorus
'Bridge Over Troubled Waters'
CHAPERONES
Mr Stephens； Miss Geer； Mr and Mrs Lublin； Miss Desjardin
Coronation at 10：00 P。M。
Remember； its YOUR prom； make it one to remember always！
When he asked her the third time； Carrie had to admit that she didn't know how to dance。 She didn't add that； now that the rock band had taken over for a half…hour set； she would feel out of place gyrating on the floor。
（and sinful）
yes； and sinful。
Tommy nodded； then smiled。 He leaned forward and told her that he hated to dance。 Would she like to go around and visit some of the other tables？ Trepidation rose thickly in her throat； but she nodded。 Yes； that would be nice。 He was seeing to her。 She must see to him （even if he really did not expect it）； that was part of the deal。 And she felt dusted over with the enchantment of the evening。 She was suddenly hopeful that no one would stick out a foot or slyly paste a kick…me…hard sign on her back or suddenly squirt water in her face from a novelty carnation and retreat cackling while everyone laughed and pointed and catcalled。
And if there was enchantment； it was not divine but pagan。
'Carrie？' a voice said hesitantly。
She had been so wrapped up in watching the band and the dance floor and the other tables that she hadn't seen anyone ing at all。 Tommy had gone to get them punch。
She turned around and saw Miss Desjardin。
For a moment the two of them merely looked at each other； and the memory travelled between them；
（she saw me she saw me naked and screaming and bloody）
without words or thought。 It was in the eyes。
Then Carrie said shyly： 'You look very pretty； Miss Desjardin。'
She did。 She was dressed in a glimmering silver sheath； a perfect plement to her blonde hair； which was up。 A simple pendant hung around her neck。 She looked very young； young enough to be attending rather than chaperoning。
‘Thank you。' She hesitated； then put a gloved hand on Carrie's arm。 'You are beautiful；' she said； and each word carried a peculiar emphasis。
Carrie felt herself blushing again and dropped her eyes to the table。 'It's awfully nice of you to say so。 I know I'm not 。。。 not really 。。。 but thank you anyway。'
'It's true；' Desjardin said。 'Carrie； anything that happened before 。。。 well； it's all forgotten。 I wanted you to know that。'
'I can't forget it；' Carrie said… She looked up。 The words that rose to her lips were： I don't blame anyone any more。 She bit them off。 It was a lie。 She blamed them all and always would； and she wanted more than anything else to be honest。 'But it's over with。 Now it's over with。'
Miss Desjardin smiled； and her eyes seemed to catch and hold the soft mix of lights in an almost liquid sparkling。 She looked across toward the dance floor； and Carrie followed her gaze。
'I remember my own prom；' Desjardin said softly。 'I was two inches taller than the boy I went with when I was in my heels。 He gave me a corsage that clashed with my gown。 The tailpipe was broken on his car and the engine made 。。。 oh； an awful racket But it was magic； I don't know why。 But I've never had a date like it； ever again。' She looked at Carrie。 'Is it like that for you？'
'It's very nice；' Carrie said。
'And is that all？'
'No。 There's more。 I couldn't tell it all。 Not to anybody。'
Desjardin smiled and squeezed her arm。 'You'll never forget it；' she said。 'Never。'
'I think you're right。'
'Have a lovely time； Carrie。'
'Thank you。'
Tommy came up with two Dude cups of punch as Desjardin left； walking around the dance floor toward the chaperones' table。
'What did she want？' he asked； putting the Dude caps down carefully。
Carrie； looking after her； said： 'I think she wanted to say she was sorry。'
（momma untie your apron strings i'm getting big）
and she wanted it that way。
'Look；' he said as they got up。
Two or three stagehands were sliding the King and Queen thrones from the wings while Mr Lavoie； the head custodian； directed them with hand motions toward preset marks on the apron。 She thought they looked quite Arthurian； those thrones； dressed all in blinding white； strewn with real flowers as well as huge crepe banners。
'They're beautiful；' she said。
'You're beautiful；' Tommy said； and she became quite sure that nothing bad could happen this night … perhaps they themselves might even be voted King and Queen of the Prom。 She smiled at her own folly。
It was nine o'clock。
Sue Snell sat quietly in the living room of her house； hemming a dress and listening to the Jefferson Airplane Long John Silver album。 It was old and badly scratched； but soothing。
Her mother and father had gone out for the evening。 They knew what was going on； she was sure of that； but they had spared her the bumbling talks about how proud they were of Their Girl； or how glad they were that she was finally Growing Up。 She was glad they had decided to leave her alone； because she was still unfortable about her own motives and afraid to examine them too deeply； lest she discover a jewel of selfishness glowing and winking at her from the black velvet of her subconscious。
She had done it； that was enough； she was satisfied。
（maybe he'll fall in love with her）
She looked up as if someone had spoken from the hallway； a startled smile curving her lips。 That would be a fairy…tale endin