How could Marianne have tied herself to someone who was being so . Now that I could see again, I realized I was drenched in blood-and other things-but it was mainly the blood that was worrying me, because it was all mine. He wasn't my lover, or boyfriend, yet I craved his touch when he was near me, in a way that felt disturbingly familiar. Surgat pointedto Chris’s head and pulled long strips of bleeding flesh from its body and threw them against the fallenstones where they plopped with the sickening sound of meat against concrete.
I should have been content. I studied the Jeep that seemed to be following our Jeep. Bobby Lee had tried to insist he stay with me, but his lawyer had told him going home after only two hours was a gift and he should take it. He acted as if I'd done something unclean.
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