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Show 152 me, afterall, I v/as a Dialectician and I had the gun, though the longer nothing happened the worse things got for me because Bobby Hansen wasn't really the one who iaxaaxxxxxxxxaxxiaxxg had to do anything or even should do anything, if he was smart, but Bobby Hansen wasn't smart. "I think I'll just have to call the police," said Bobby Hansen. That was dumb. If Bobby Hansen was smart he xaxaa would have just stood there and then I x would have just stood there and then he could have just stood there some more and I'd have stood there too until somebody else came home and then faced with the alternative of running or becoming a mass murderer I'd have run and in a few days been in jail and that would have been that. But Bobby was dumb. He wasn't the kind of guy who would back into the title, no, he had to win it himself. He couldn't kaaixxaxxk take the gun away and beat me up. I might shoot him accidently if he tried that, but I guess he figured I wouldn't shoot him in the back, which wasn't all wrong. Bobby turned away and started limping to the phone and that's when I remembered what Red did when Helen went to the phone when he didn't want her to, he pulled the thing out of the wall. So Bobby limp-lumped axaxxixxikxxxxxxxxixxikx passed me and over to the phone in the sitting room, still amazing me with how quiet he could move on that big cast, probably because the rugs were so thick and expensive, andAfollowed him, though not too close, and when he xxxkxx got to the phone I followed the wire to the wall, waiting till he picked up the receiver and when he did I gave the cord a good yank. It didn't come out. Must have been held in by cement or something, but when Bobby saw me yanking on the cord he yelled and jumped toward me. And that's how the gun went off. |