Make me into someone who can go out again, who can
be seen. Do it. I have the knife."
Adam squeezed his eyes shut. "No," he said.
"Good-bye," she said, and stood, headed for the stairs. Upstairs, the
toilet flushed and they heard the sink running.
"Wait!" he said, running after her. She had her hand on the doorknob.
"No," she said. She was crying now. "I won't stay. I won't be trapped
again. Better to be with him than trapped --"
"I'll do it," he said. "If you still want me to do it in two days, I'll
do it."
She looked gravely at him. "Don't you lie to me about this," she
said. "Don't you dare be lying."
He took her hands. "I swear," he said.
From the top of the stairs then, "Whups," said Billy. "I think I'll just
tuck myself into bed."
Mimi smiled and hugged Alan fiercely.
Trey's ardor came out with his drunkenness. First a clammy arm
around her shoulder, then a casual grope at her boob, then a
sloppy kiss on the corner of her mouth. That was as far as she
was going to let it go. She waited for him to move in for
another kiss, then slipped out from under his arm so that he
fell into the roots of the big tree they'd been leaning
against. She brained him with the vodka bottle before he'd had a
chance to recover, then, as he rocked and moaned, she calmly
took the hunting knife she'd bought at the Yonge Street
survivalist store out of her bag.
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