He pulled the cord on themattress and it hissed and puffed up to its full size, king size. Two years before Willie Link “Thibodeux” had been born, if he was ninety-two; andthirty-four, if he was lying. That small touch seemed to freeze Jean-Claude. She smiled, and made a joke of it, a vicious joke, but she couldn't make her expression match the humor.
“What’s yours?” “Bernie,” he said. I sighed, but it was more frustration now. His voice came, breathless, frightened, What is that? I opened my mouth, not even sure what I'd say, when that roll of invisible animal hit my chest, and the cross. He pitched forward and lay still.
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