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from a car and inexpertly soldered to the other stub where a blade had once been.
    The doctor grabbed a long tool with a circle of metal at one end. Suddenly his arms went all long and thin, like licorice. He plunged them into my mouth as Sithyl began some kind of new manipulation that caused my head to fall slowly back against the head-rest. At the ceiling, winged babies wheeled. Their wings were black gossamer and they gibbered with wet beaks of pink and purple. They had the eyes of goats. Their diapers bulged.
    When finally I looked back down, four of my teeth were on the tray table in a pool of blood. On a small washcloth--with a Comfort Inn logo--rested four new teeth. Two were of translucent glass. Of those, one contained what appeared to be a microscopic circuit board; the other a thin metal pole down the center.
    The other two teeth were white on the sides, but on the top looked like radio speakers.
    I looked back up to the ceiling. One of the babies was flitting against the ceiling tiles like a moth. A line of pink drool detached from its lower lip and lit across Dr. Lisle-Pearl's forehead.
    Sithyl's hand quickened, and I felt myself release as though it had been years. Suddenly, shockingly, the doctor walloped her with a powerful backhand. She flew backward off of her stool and sprawled on the carpet, her mouth agape. I could now confirm that she wore nothing under her white coat.
    I averted my gaze, which I let slide right past the terrifying infant. I looked at the doctor's impassive face. He grinned, his teeth a decrepit bone-yard. Then he held up the eight-bladed scissor, his arm went thin and he thrust it into my throat, deep, deep, impossibly deep. My lips ringed the doctor's white-coated elbow. I tasted fabric. I blacked out.
     
    wxxt news brief
     
    LEEDS, Mass. - There were new details Wednesday morning about why a Hampshire County school bus driver lost his job.
    The school system fired Stanley Saltworth in May. According to Saltworth's personnel file, the former bus driver had numerous formal complaints lodged against him. He was terminated shortly afterward.
    One parent said Saltworth wept while picking up students. Another said that he demanded a female middle school student check his back for leeches. Other parents complained he played at top volume on the bus a radio station that was broadcasting obscene material. Saltworth insisted that the bus radio was defective.
     
    wanted dead
     
     
    WANTED DEAD: Guy RONSTADT, in shape resembling a man, he stands about 19 1/2 hands high, with tangled Hair, a patrician Nose, engaging Eyes, and unseemly Ears. Turn a deaf ear to his persuasions, as he has acquaintance with neither Truth nor Decency. He has more Devil in him than ever Rasputin had. He is a thief and a murderer and a defiler of the Dead. When he has been killed, insure that he is not interred in a graveyard, if he is, be certain to place him face-down and place large rocks on his grave, or he will be quick up again and slaughter the graveyard's nighest neighbor.
     
    the house in the woods
     
    I don't know if the house in the meadows exists. I'm almost certain I've seen it outside of my dreams, but not sure enough to swear to it, never mind to actually wager. I could tell you that one summer evening, at twilight, I was walking on a dirt road lined on one side by a dense wooded area, on the other by an expansive field dotted with leaning, decrepit barns suffering from decades of disuse. The only sounds were my footsteps in the gravel, underscored by crickets' hypnotic chirping.
    And I could tell you that I happened to look into the woods and saw the unmistakable shape of a Victorian, tall and narrow, surrounded and impaled by dense trees and thicket. I stopped short and let my eyes adjust to the gathering darkness.
    I could tell you that the front door hung open, and that there may have been a source of light somewhere deep within the bowels of the place, enough to illuminate a carpeted front hall