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voices below, then on the staircase. He had someone with him. I hid in the closet.”
     
    “With your clothes, I hope!”
     
    “He brings in this really gorgeous blonde, really stacked. I’m watching through the crack in the closet door. The room is suddenly very bright, very bright, like the sun just came up. Glennie—this gets pretty sick now…”
     
    “Don’t—“
     
    “He’s got her bent over the bed, his big thing in her, and it’s turning me on, Glennie, I know how that sounds, but this guy…I wasn’t jealous, wasn’t mad, just so goddamn unbelievably hot. That’s when…that’s when…”
     
    “What what !”
     
    “He picks up the knife.”
     
    “No.”
     
    “From atop the bureau.”
     
    “Karen, don’t!”
     
    “I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.”
     
    “Oh Jesus, Oh Christ, I knew it! Don’t tell me anymore, I can’t do this!”
     
    “He stabbed her, Glennie. He stabbed her. He stabbed her. The blood just…flew.”
     
    “Karen—“
     
    “And the bastard, the bastard is still in her! And then and then…then I guess I passed out.”
     
    “Please, I’m going to be sick!”
     
    “When I woke up, the room was dark. The house was empty. I got the hell out of there. Back at home, Ed’s waiting with his damn cuffs. And his stories about how they found another girl. I threw up most of the night. Told Ed it was the flu.”
     
    “Dear God. Dear God.” Glenda shook spastically, managed to keep it under control. “You—my God, you’re lucky to be alive! Did they catch the guy? Karen? Hey! Karen --?”
     
    “…what…”
     
    “Wake up! Did they catch the guy?”
     
    “I…no…I didn’t tell them…”
     
    “Didn’t… why !”
     
    “…you don’t understand, Glennie…you could never understand…I tell you I was addicted…I was…I was beyond sick…I’d like there in bed at night and see the knife, the red…and all I could think about was being under him. I didn’t care, don’t you see…I was ready to die for it…”
     
    “Karen, oh God. What’s happened to you!”
     
    “He happened. He happened. And I couldn’t let him go. Didn’t want to let him go. I got a knife from the kitchen, just for protection, took it with me. We had this Tuesday night thing at this cruddy motel. I don’t think I really intended to ever use it…didn’t really believe he’d—“
     
    “Karen, don’t! I can’t breathe in here!”
     
    “I panicked. He was standing over me there next to the crummy bed, naked…so big, so huge, huge…I just…I panicked. And then the knife was out of my hands and—in him. Way in. I don’t even know how it got there. And I was running…running…running…”
     
    Glenda clutched nausea, the room listing lazily, like Uncle Fred’s yacht. “Karen? Honey? Are you there?”
     
    Barely audible now, slipping: “…wasn’t much blood, not on me. And then I was just home again. Just suddenly home again. Like it never happened. Only it had. It had.”
     
    “Baby…”
     
    “No, there’s more. I washed my face, gave myself a few minutes, then came into the living room. Ed was setting up the damn DVD player, had this sick grin on his face. ‘You’ll like this one,’ he says, ‘One of them phony snuff movies! Lots of fake blood and bad acting!” And then he’s got me down, cuffed me down, and he’s huffing away and I’m…I’m…I’m looking up at the screen, my heart…my heart just seemed to stop…”
     
    “What--?”
     
    Just a whisper: “…it’s him, Glennie, my big silent hunk, my lovely lumberjack, on the TV, humping the stacked blonde in his bedroom. That’s why the lights got so bright that night…he was making movies …stupid, phony snuff movies…
     
    “Ed was laughing. ‘That’s Sally Palmer,’ he says. ‘We call her Sally-the-Pump down at the precinct! Hooker! Works Cimarron and Central. Saw here there tonight, in fact. Does this sort of phony snuff crap all the time.’”
     
    Glenda