It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. This was his humiliation as well as hers. When she was done she checked the patio door and carried his body into the garage, burying his remains next to the ten year old girl he had raped and killed last autumn, whose bones were starting to show in small areas where the maggots had feasted. "And I'll bet a doughnut that boy in his soul is crazy to have it over with. ” “And you can’t?” “I don’t think I ought to control myself. But I’m going to-day. The echoes of his hard, unpleasant laugh reached Anna on her way upstairs. A lesson learned. " "Are they good?" "He can write; but he hasn't found anything real to write about.
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