alimony?â
âNo,â I said, âIâm honest about money.â Â As opposed to everything else?
âWhatâs she want with you, then?â
âWhatâs any woman want?â
George turned toward his room. Â âI wouldnât know about that.â
âYou ever been married?â
âMe? Â Ha.â
âWonderful thing, if you get a lobotomy first.â
âWhereâs your ring?â he asked, without even looking.
âDonât have one in my nose either, anymore,â I lied.
The muscles in Georgeâs shoulders seemed to loosen. Â âSee ya in the morning,â he told me.
âNight.â
The door closed. Â I went to the sink and turned on the water faucet. Â I put my hands under the water and stared at the flow. Â I cupped it, and sniffed at it. Â Then I saw another roach scuttle up onto the edge of the toilet bowl. Â I shuddered, and instinctively tossed the water cupped in my hands onto the roach. Â It fell into the bowl, and did a little roach dance before it turned, legs down, and began to swim from side to side, seeking a way out of its own dilemma. Â Tiny waves radiated outward from the roachâs tiny legs, like a buzz. Â I flushed the toilet, and covered the sink drain with a stopper. Â Then I returned to my vampireâs bed. Â This time I left the light on, deciding to put a pillow over my eyes to help me sleep. Â I also popped a pill, swallowing it dry. Â I hadnât known what to expect in Zion, but I did imagine needing Xanax to sleep. Â Now I couldnât imagine sleeping here without it. Â How could I sleep even in a regular bedâmuch less a coffinâuntil I uncovered the truth? Â Unthinkable. Â So I needed Xanax to calm down and stop thinking so damn much. Â To relax, to let go. Â Just a little prescription drug . . . not a crutch, like for so many other people. Â Except Iâd gotten mine by forging a prescription blank from Dr. Bischoffâs office. Â That made it an illegal drug. Â Not that Bischoff would have minded. Â Tactarâs clinical investigator and outside consultant had maintained an office next to mine before Hepker got my ass. Â When I went in to take Bischoffâs order for Kung Pao chicken one day, Iâd spied the blank pad he used in private practice, and tore off an extra sheet or three. Â The Xanax wasnât wasted, now . . . thanks, Doc . . . but for extra measure and peace of mind I used the pillow to ward off the light.
The light I left on to ward off the roaches.
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Morning brought a new wrinkle to the twisted whorls of my already conflicted mind. Â For his part, George proved unusually sympathetic in letting me sleep late. Â While the razor I glimpsed in his hand when I opened my eyes was obviously intended for the boxes he needed to slice open in order to stock his shelves, it still took a moment for that realization to register on my nervous system.
âMorning,â he announced in oddly cheerful good humor.
I sat bolt upright in my casket, eyes wide. Â Sure enough, there was a beatific smile on Georgeâs face that didnât seem quite sane, somehow. Â The pupils of his eyes appeared to be slightly dilated, too. Â Obviously, I didnât know him well enough to judge his possible moods shifts, but pathological reactions were something else again.
âTalk to me, George,â I said slowly, and with suspicion.
ââBout what?â Â His exuberance faded a bit into a look that could only be described as innocence. Â The thing that made babies so attractive because weâd long lost it ourselves. Â Yet it was disconcerting to compare it to the night before. Â Here was a new man, a person of different temperament than the one Iâd observed only hours before.
I climbed out of the bed that entombed me to stand before him. Â âTell me how
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