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Show 70 Holy Willie "Who did this?" asked Red. Willie sat up straight in his chair in Helen's holy room, breathing through his nose so slightly you couldn't see his chest movej rotating his head like a human lighthouse. "Fis is an interestin place," Willie said. Helen smiled slightly. Neda was looking at Willie with narrow eyes, like he was a £x£xi future candy bar. "Call the police," said Red. "I would prefer if you would x call my mother," said Willie. "Maybe we should call an ambulance," said Helen. "I would not prefer an ambulance," said Willie. "You have to go to the hospital," said Helen. "You could die." Willie's eyebrows twitched when she said that. "Is this an experiment with death?" I asked Willie. "Not at first," said Willie. "But it would appear to have become so." He looked directly at me. "What kind of experiment is in XXXXXXBBX fis room?" "It's a communications experiment," I ii told him. Willie rubbed his chin with his crippled hand. "Fis is an interestin room." Red had his hands on his hips now. He walked up to Willie. "You are bleeding all over my house. I want some information." "Later Red," said Helen. She told Neda to watch Joseph and Andrew. "Get the car, Red. We'll take him to the hospital." Red put newspaper in the back seat of the rainbow. "God-damn kid'll kak bleed all over my car," he said. "Myself," said Willie. "I prefer being on the newspaper rather than in the newspaper." "That's very funny, Willie," said Helen from the front seat. I'd introduced everybody on the way to the car. "Lately," said Willie. "I haf been finkin that pain and humor are very close." Helen had given him a big towel that he clutched to aaxxxxxocsaxxxxaxxxxx his stomach. "Willie does a lot of thinking," I said. Helen looked back and smiled. I could see she was worried. "Seems to me he should do some dodging," said Red. |