"I wish you could, Paul. There were three doors in the room, two to the left and one straight ahead, between the refrigerator and the pantry alcove.
Searching for what, Paulie? The Royal typewriter made a shitty writing machine, but as an exercise tool it was great. "Annie Annie oh Annie please please no please dont Annie I swear to you Ill be good I swear to God Ill be good please give me a chance to be good OH ANNIE PLEASE LET ME BE GOOD — "Just a little pain. I knew the snow would cover him up, and I thought the spring melt would carry him away if I left him in the stream-bed.
He supposed he should count himself lucky that she hadnt re-broken his legs with a baseball bat or given him a battery-acid manicure or something similar to indicate her displeasure with the way he had begun her book — such critical responses were always possible, given Annies unique view of the world. That would probably work better.
From some final stronghold of sanity and evaluative clarity the rational Paul Sheldon had thought: She looks like a widow who just got fucked after a ten-year dry spell. also to check out the paperbacks at Wilsons Drug Center — that had been the Wednesday that was almost two weeks ago now, and the new paperbacks always came in on Tuesday.