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rity。 A few of these roads； she said； were still gated off … she and Ralph had obtained keys to them when they bought the property。 They didn't have to ask； the owners of the land between the road and the cabin gave them the keys。 This was called neighboring； she told Paul； managing to invest a pleasant word with unsuspected depths of nuance： suspicion； contempt； bitter amusement。
〃I would take you with me just to keep an eye on you； now that you've shown how untrustworthy you can be； but it wouldn't work。 I could get you up there in the back of the police…car； out getting you back down would be impossible。 I'm going to have to ride Ralph's trail…bike。 I'll probably fall off and break my cockadoodie neck！〃 She laughed merrily to show what a joke on her that would be； but Paul did not join her。
〃If that did happen； Annie； what would happen to me？〃
〃You'll be fine； Paul；〃 she said serenely。 〃Gosh； you're such a worry…wart！〃 She walked over to one of the cellar windows and stood there a moment； looking out； measuring the fall of the day。 Paul watched her moodily。 If she fell off her husband's bike or drove off one of those unpaved ridge…roads； he did not actually believe he would be fine。 What he actually believed was that he would die a dog's death down here； and when it was finally over he would make a meal for the rats which were even now undoubtedly watching these two unwele bipeds who had intruded upon their domain。 There was a Kreig lock on the pantry door now； and a bolt on the bulkhead almost as thick as his wrist。 The cellar windows； as if reflecting Annie's paranoia （and there was nothing strange about that； he thought； didn't all houses e； after awhile； to reflect the personalities of their inhabitants？）； were not much more than dirty gun…slits； about twenty inches long by fourteen wide。 He didn't think he could have wriggled through one of those even on his fittest day； which this wasn't。 He might be able to break one and yell for help if someone showed up here before he starved to death； but that wasn't much fort。
The first twinges of pain slipped down his legs like poisoned water。 And the want。 His body yelling for Novril。 It was the gotta； wasn't it？ Sure it was。
Annie came back and took the third bottle of Pepsi。 〃I'll bring down another couple of these before I go；〃 she said。 〃Right now I need the sugar。 You don't mind； do you？〃
〃Absolutely not。 My Pepsi is your Pepsi。〃 She twisted the cap off the bottle and drank deeply。 Paul thought： Chug…a…lug； chug…a…lug； make ya want to holler hi…de…ho。 Who was that？ Roger Miller； right？ Funny； the stuff your mind coughed up。
Hilarious。
〃I'm going to put him in his car and drive it up to my Laughing Place。 I'm going to take all his things。 I'll put the car in the shed up there and bury him and his you know； his scraps 。 。 。 in the woods up there。〃 He said nothing。 He kept thinking about Bossie； bawling and bawling and bawling until she couldn't bawl anymore because she was dead； and another of those great axioms of Life on the Western Slope was just this： Dead cows don't bawl。
〃I have a driveway chain。 I'm going to use it。 If the police e； it may raise suspicion； but I'd rather have them suspicious than have them drive up to the house and hear you making a big cockadoodie fuss。 I thought of gagging you； but gags are dangerous； especially if you're taking drugs that affect respiration。 Or you might vomit。 Or your sinuses might close up because it's so damp down here。 If your sinuses closed up tight and you couldn't breathe through your mouth 。 。 。 〃 She looked away； unplugged； as silent as one of the stones in the cellar wall； as empty as the first bottle of Pepsi she had drunk。 Make ya want to holler hi…de…ho。 And had Annie hollered hi…de…ho today？ Bet your ass。 O brethren； Annie had yelled hi…de…ho until the whole yard was oogy。 He laughed。 She made no sign she had heard him。
Then； slowly； she began to e back。
She looked around at him； blinking。
〃I'm going to stick a note through one of the links in the fence；〃 she said slowly； re…gathering her thoughts。 〃There's a town about thirty…five miles from here。 It's called Steamboat Heaven； isn't that a funny name for a town？ They're having what they call The World's Biggest Flea Market this week。 They have it every summer。 There's always lots of people there who sell ceramics。 I'll write in my note that I'm there； in Steamboat Heaven； looking at ceramics。 I'll say I'm staying overnight。 And if anyone asks me later where I stayed； so they can check the register； I'll say there were no good ceramics so I started back。 Only I got tired。 That's what I'll say。 I'll say I pulled over to take a nap because I was afraid I might fall asleep behind the wheel。 I'll say I only meant to take a short nap but I was so tired from working around the place that I slept all night。〃 Paul was dismayed by the depth of this slyness。 He suddenly realized that Annie was doing exactly what he could not： she was playing Can You？ in real life。 Maybe； he thought； that's why she doesn't write books。 She doesn't have to。
〃I'll get back just as soon as I can； because policemen will e here；〃 she said。 The prospect did not seem to disturb Annie's weird serenity in the least； although Paul could not believe that； in some part of her mind； she did not realize how close to the end of the game they had now e。 〃I don't think they'll e tonight … except maybe to cruise by … but they will e。 As soon as they know for sure he's really missing。 They'll go all along his route； looking for him and trying to find out where he stopped； you know； showing up。 Don't you think so； Paul？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃I should be back before they e。 If I start out on the bike at first light； I might even be able to make it back before noon。 I should he able to beat them。 Because if he started from Sidewinder； be would。 have stopped at lots of places before he got here。
〃By the time they e； you should be back in your own room； snug as a bug in a rug。 I'm not going to tie you up； or gag you； or anything like that； Paul。 You can even peek when I go out to talk to them。 Because it will be two next time； I think。 At least two； don't you think so？〃 Paul did。
She nodded； satisfied。 〃But I can handle two； if I have to。〃 She patted the khaki purse。 〃I want you to remember that kid's gun while you're peeking； Paul。 I want you to remember that it's going to be in here all the time I'm talking to those police when they e tomorrow or the next day。 The bag won't be zipped。 It's all right for you to see them； but if they see you； Paul … either by accident or because you try something tomorrow like you did today … if that happens； I'm going to take the gun out of the bag and start shooting。 You're already responsible for that kid's death。〃
〃Bullshit；〃 Paul said； knowing she would hurt him for it but not caring。
She didn't； though。 She only smiled her serene； maternal smile。
〃Oh； you know；〃 she said。 〃I don't kid myself that you care； I don't kid myself about that at all； but you know。 I don't kid myself that you'd care about getting another two people killed； if it would help you 。 。 。 but it wouldn't； Paul。 Because if I have to do two； I'll do four。 Them 。 。 。 and