I knew the handle to be leaded, and I could judge of the force with which he wielded it by the fact that it cut the air with a keen swishing sound. He made his way around the curve of the path before the Thielman lodge, and ran forward through an open patch of moonlight toward a gap like a dark narrow door between two maples that might have been a path. Then yellow light flashed between trees off to the right before him, disappeared, and flashed again. My lungs pumped like crazy, my whole chest burning, and water streamed from my eyes and nose. His movements were precise and mechanical as he cut his way through a swamp of shock and loss. Much more often, when he talked to people, they came to regard him with dislike. ![]() ![]() The ticket taker was sitting on his legs, and the two strippers were each pinning one arm.
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