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rbage bag in her hands and three or four more sticking out of the back pockets of her jeans。 Big sweatstains darkened her tee…shirt around her armpits and neck。 When she turned； he saw a sweatstain that looked vaguely tree…like rising up her back。
That's a lot of bags for a few scraps of cloth； Paul thought； but he knew that she would have plenty to put in them before she was done。
She picked up the shreds of uniform and then the cross。 She broke it into two pieces； and dropped it into the plastic bag。 Incredibly； she genuflected after doing this。 She picked up the gun； rolled the cylinder； dumped the slugs； put hem in one hip pocket； snapped the cylinder back in with a practiced flick of her wrist； and then stuck the gun in the waistband of her jeans。 She plucked the piece of paper off the saguaro and looked at it thoughtfully。 She stuck it into the other hip pocket。 She went to the barn； tossed the garbage bags inside the doors； then came back to the house。
She walked up the side lawn to the cellar bulkhead which was almost directly below Paul's window。 Something e se caught her eye。 It was his ashtray。 She picked it up and handed it politely to him through the broken window。
〃Here； Paul。〃 Numbly； he took it。
〃I'll get the paper…clips later；〃 she said； as if this was a question which must already have occurred to him。 For one moment he thought of bringing the heavy ceramic ashtray down on her head as she bent over； cleaving her skull with it； letting out the disease that passed for her brains。
Then he thought of what would happen to him … what could happen to him … if he only hurt her； and put the ashtray where it had been with his shaking thumbless hand。
She looked up at him。 〃I didn't kill him； you know。〃
〃Annie … 〃
〃You killed him。 If you had kept your mouth shut； I would have sent him on his way。 He'd be alive now and there would be none of this oogy mess to clean up。〃
〃Yes；〃 Paul said。 〃Down the road he would have gone； and what about me； Annie？〃 She was pulling her hose out of the bulkhead and looping it over her arm。 〃I don't know what you mean。〃
〃Yes you do。〃 In the depth of his shock he had achieved his own serenity。 〃He had my picture。 It's in your pocket right now； isn't it？〃
〃Ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies。〃 There was a faucet bib on the side of the house to the left of his window。 She began to screw the end of the hose onto it。
〃A state cop with my picture means someone found my car。 We both knew someone would。 I'm only surprised it took so long。 In a novel a car might be able to float right out of the story … I guess I could make people believe it if I had to … but in real life； no way。 But we went on fooling ourselves just the same； didn't we； Annie？ You because of the book； me because of my life； miserable as it has bee to me。〃
〃I don't know what you're talking about。〃 She turned on the faucet。 〃AR I know is you killed that poor kid when you threw the ashtray through the window。 You're getting what might happen to you mixed up with what already happened to him。〃 She grinned at him。 There was craziness in that grin； but he saw something else in it as well； something that really frightened him。 He saw conscious evil in it … a demon capering behind her eyes。
〃You bitch；〃 he said。
〃Crazy bitch； isn't that right？〃 she asked； still smiling。
〃Oh yeah … you're crazy；〃 he said。
〃Well； we'll have to talk about that； won't we？ When I have more time。 We'll have to talk about that a lot。 But right now I'm very busy； as I think you can see。〃 She unreeled the hose and turned it on。 She spent nearly half an hour hosing blood off the mower and driveway and the side lawn； while interlinked rainbows glimmered in the spray。
Then she twisted the nozzle off and walked back along the hose's length； looping it over her arm。 There was still plenty of light but her shadow trailed long behind her。 It was now six o'clock。
She unscrewed the hose； opened the bulkhead； and dropped the green plastic snake inside。 She closed the bulkhead； shot the bolt； and stood back； surveying the puddly driveway and the grass； which looked as though a heavy dew had fallen upon it。
Annie walked back to the mower； got on； started it up； and drove it around back。 Paul smiled a little。 She had the luck of the devil； and when she was pressed she had almost the cleverness of the devil … but almost was the key word。 She had slipped in Boulder and wriggled away mostly due to luck。 Now she had slipped again。 He had seen it。 She had washed the blood off the mower but forgotten the blade underneath … the whole blade housing； for that matter。 She might remember later； but Paul didn't think so。 Things had a way of dropping out of Annie's mind once the immediate moment was past。 It occurred to him that the mind and the mower had a lot in mon … what you could see looked all right。 But if you turned the thing over to take a look at the works； you saw a blood…slimed killing machine with a very sharp blade。
She returned to the kitchen door and let herself into the house again。 She went upstairs and he heard her rummaging there for awhile。 Then she came down again； more slowly； dragging something that sounded soft and heavy。 After a moment's consideration； Paul rolled the wheelchair across to his door and leaned his ear against the wood。
Dim； diminishing footfalls … slightly hollow。 And still that soft flumping sound of something being dragged。 Immediately his mind lit up with panicky floodlights and his skin flushed with his terror。
Shed！ She's gone to the shed to get the axe！ It's the axe again！
But this was only a momentary atavism； and he pushed it roughly away。 She hadn't gone into the shed； she was going down cellar。 Dragging something down cellar。
He heard her e up again and he rolled back to the window。 As her boot…heels approached his door； as the key slid into the lock again； he thought： She's e to kill me。 And the only emotion this thought engendered was tired relief。
16
The door opened and Annie stood there； looking at him contemplatively。 She had changed into a fresh white tee…shirt and a pair of chinos。 A small khaki bag； too big to be a purse and not quite big enough to be a knapsack； was slung over one shoulder。
As she came in； he was surprised to find himself able to say it； and say it with a certain amount of dignity： 〃Go ahead and kill me； Annie； if that's what you mean to do； but at least have the decency to make it quick。 Don't cut anything more off me。〃
〃I'm not going to kill you； Paul。〃 She paused。 〃At least； not if I have just a little luck。 I should kill you … I know that … but I'm crazy； right？ And crazy people often don't look after their best interests； do they？〃 She went behind him and propelled him across the room； out the door； and down the hall。 He could hear her bag slapping solidly against her side； and it occurred to him that he had never seen her carrying a bag like that before。 If she went to town in a dress； she carried a big； clunky purse … the sort of purse maiden aunts tote to church jumble sales。 If she went in pants； she went with a wallet stuck in her hip pocket； like a man。
The sunlight slanting into the kitchen w