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Show 19 "No. They said someone'd take me in a half hour." "Should I drive down?" "What I do, Lee," he said, "is on my own." "And that's the story of our life," she said. They both hung up. Hunt thought of Anne. Inside his head he saw her, her in an amber room. Dressed in green. With her blond hair. Green and amber. Sunlight filled the room; sun everywhere. And it passed through the amber and made motes. Like water. And it passed quietly through Anne's hair. And she was like something growing, there softly in the amber room. "Just unclench!" "Are you a psychiatrist or an eye-doctor?" "All you need to do is unclench." "Sir?" "It doesn't matter. I could be a fruit vender and my advice would still be right. -Mr. Hunt. Come on, now! Just unclench!" Suddenly the man struck Hunt hard in the stomach, centered it just below his chest. Hunt felt his blood rush violently to the spot. He felt all his nerves and bone bundles spiral in. Implosion: Hunt had heard that word once implosion, and that seemed what was happening to him now, within. He could actually .see the struck spot vn himself. See the red impression there of a |
