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 She waited。
 〃In the redwoods。〃
 〃Yes?〃
 〃Did you see anything?〃 he asked。
 〃See what?〃
 〃Anything odd?〃
 〃No。〃
 〃You must have。〃
 She shook her head。
 〃The elk;〃 he said。
 〃Oh。 Yes; the elk。〃
 〃A herd of them。〃
 〃Yes。〃
 〃You didn't think they were peculiar?〃
 〃Coastal elk。 They thrive in that area。〃
 〃These seemed almost tame。〃
 〃Maybe because tourists drive through there all the time。〃
 Slowly turning and turning the screwdriver; he considered her explanation。 〃Maybe。〃
 Chyna saw that the fingers of his right hand were covered with a film of dry mud。
 He said; 〃I can smell the musk of them now; the texture of their eyes; hear the greenness of the ferns swaying around them; and it's a cold dark oil in my blood。〃
 No reply was possible; and she didn't try to make one。 Vess lowered his gaze from Chyna's eyes to the turning point of the screwdriver…and then to his shoes。 He looked over his shoulder and saw the mud on the floor。 〃This won't do;〃 he said。
 He put the screwdriver on a nearby counter。
 He took off his shoes and carried them into the laundry room; where he left them to be cleaned later。
 He returned in his bare feet and; using paper towels and a bottle of Windex; cleaned every crumb of mud from the tiles。 In the living room; he used a vacuum cleaner to sweep the mud out of the carpet。 J These domestic chores occupied him for almost fifteen minutes; and by the time he finished; he was no longer in the mood that had possessed him when he'd entered the kitchen。 Housework seemed to scrub away his blues。 
 〃I'm going to go upstairs and sleep now;〃 he said。 〃You'll be quiet and not rattle your chains much。〃
 She said nothing。
 〃You'll be quiet; or I'll e down and shove five feet of the chain up your ass。〃
 She nodded。
 〃Good girl。〃
 He left the room。 The difference between Vess's usual demeanor and his recent mood no longer eluded Chyna。 For a few minutes; he had lacked his usual self…confidence。 Now he had it back。
 Mr。 Vess always sleeps in the nude to facilitate his dreams。
 In slumberland; all the people whom he encounters are naked; whether they are being torn asunder beneath him in glorious wetness or are running in a pack with him through high shadowed places and down into moonlight。 There is a heat in his dreams that not only makes clothes superfluous but burns from him the very concept of clothes; so going naked is more natural in the dreamworld than in the real one。
 He never suffers from nightmares。 This is because; in his daily life; he confronts the sources of his tensions and deals with them。 He is never dragged down by guilt。 He is not judgmental of others and is never affected by what they think of him。 He knows that if something he wishes to do feels right; then it is right。 He always looks out for number one; because to be a successful human being; he must first like himself。 Consequently; he always goes to his bed with a clear mind and an untroubled heart。
 Now; within seconds of resting his head on his pillow; Mr。 Vess is asleep。 From time to time his legs cycle beneath the covers; as if he is chasing something。
 Once; in his sleep; he says; 〃Father;〃 almost reverentially; and the word hangs like a bubble on the air…which is odd; because when Edgler Vess was nine years old; he burned his father to death。
 Chains rattling; Chyna leaned down and picked up the spare cushion from the floor beside her chair。 She put it on the table; slumped forward; and rested her head on it。
 According to the kitchen clock; it was a quarter till twelve。 She had been awake well over twenty…four hours; except when she had dozed in the motor home and when she had sat here unconscious after Vess clubbed her。
 Although exhausted; and numb with despair; she did not expect to be able to sleep。 But she hoped that by keeping her eyes closed and letting her thoughts drift to more pleasant times; she might be able to take her mind off her mild but gradually increasing urge to pee and off the pain in her neck and trigger finger。
 She was walking in a wind full of torn red blossoms; curiously unafraid of the darkness and of the lightning that sometimes split it; when she was awakened not by thunder but by the sound of scissors clipping through paper。
 She lifted her head from the pillow and sat up straight。 The fluorescent light stung her eyes。
 Edgler Vess was standing at the sink; cutting open a large bag of potato chips。
 He said; 〃Ah; you're awake; you sleepyhead。〃
 Chyna looked at the clock。 Twenty minutes till five。
 He said; 〃I thought it might take a brass band to bring you around。〃
 She had been asleep almost five hours。 Her eyes were grainy。 Her mouth was sour。 She could smell her body odor; and she felt greasy。
 She had not wet herself in her sleep; and she was briefly lifted by an absurd sense of triumph that she had not yet been reduced to that lower level of humiliation。 Then she realized how pathetic she was; priding herself on her continence; and her internal grayness darkened by a degree or two。
 Vess was wearing black boots; khaki slacks; a black belt; and a white T…shirt。
 His arms were muscular; enormous。 She would never be able to struggle successfully against those arms。
 He brought a plate to the table。 He had made a sandwich for her。 〃Ham and cheese with mustard。〃 A ruffle of lettuce showed at the edges of the bread。 He had placed two dill pickle spears beside the sandwich。
 As Vess put the bag of potato chips on the table; Chyna said; 〃I don't want it。〃
 〃You have to eat;〃 he said。
 She looked out the window at the deep yard in late…aftemoon light。
 〃If you don't eat;〃 he said; 〃I'll eventually have to force…feed you。〃 
 He picked up the bottle of aspirin and shook it to get her attention。 〃Tasty?〃
 〃I didn't take any;〃 she said。 〃Ah; then you're learning to enjoy your pain。〃
 He seemed to win either way。 He took away the aspirin and returned with a glass of water。 Smiling; he said; 〃You've got to keep those kidneys functioning or they'll atrophy。〃
 As Vess cleaned the counter where he'd made the sandwich; Chyna said; 〃Were you abused as a child?〃 and hated herself for asking the question; for still trying to understand。
 Vess laughed and shook his head。 〃This isn't a textbook; Chyna。 This is real life。〃
 〃Were you?〃
 〃No。 My father was a Chicago accountant。 My mom sold women's wear at a department store。 They loved me。 Bought me too many toys; more than I could use; especially since I preferred playing with 。。。 other things。〃
 〃Animals;〃 she said。
 〃That's right。〃
 〃And before animals…insects or very little things like goldfish or turtles。〃
 〃Is that in your textbooks?〃
 〃It's the earliest and worst sign。 Torturing animals。〃
 He shrugged。 〃It was fan 。。。 watching the stupid thing crawl on fire inside its shell。 Really; Chyna; you have to learn to get beyond these petty value judgments。〃
 She closed her eyes; hoping he would go to work。
 〃Anyway; my folks loved me; all caught up in that delusion。 When I was nine; I set a fire。 Lighter fluid in their bed while they were sleeping; then a cigarette。〃
 〃My God。〃
 〃There you go again。〃
 〃Why?〃 
 He mocked: 〃Why not?〃
 〃Jesus。〃
 〃Want the second…best answer?〃
 〃Yes;〃 she said。
 〃Then look at me when I talk to you。〃 
 She opened her eyes。 His gaze cleaved her。 〃I set them on fire because I thought maybe they were beginning to catch on。〃
 〃To what?〃
 〃To the fact that I was something special。〃
 〃They caught you with the turtle;〃 she guessed。
 〃No。 A neighbor's kitten。 We lived in a nice suburb。 There were so many pets in the neighborhood。 Anyway; when they caught me; there was talk of doctors。 Even at nine; I knew I couldn't allow that。 Doctors might be harder to fool。 So we had a little fire。〃
 〃And nothing was done to you?〃
 Finished with his cleaning; he sat down at the table。
 〃No one suspected。 Dad was smoking in bed; the firemen said。 It happens all the time。 The whole house went。 I barely got out alive; and Mommy was screaming; and I couldn't get to her; couldn't help my mommy; and I was so scared。〃 He winked at her。  After that; I went to live with my grandma。 She was an annoying old biddy; full of rules; regulations; standards of conduct; manners; and courtesies I had to learn。 But she couldn't keep a clean house。 Her bathroom was just disgusting。 She led me into my second and last mistake。 I killed her while she was standing in the kitchen; just like this; preparing dinner。 It was an impulsive thing; a knife twice in each kidney。〃
 〃How old?〃
 Slyly playing with her; he said; 〃Grandma or me?〃
 〃You。〃
 〃Eleven。 Too young to be put on trial。 Too young for anyone to really believe that I knew what I was doing。〃
 〃They had to do sometbing to you。〃
 〃Fourteen months in a caring facility。 Lots of therapy; lots of counseling; lots and lots of attention and hugs。 Because; you see; I must have offed poor grandma because of my unexpressed grief over the accidental deaths of my parents in that awful; awful fire。 One day I realized what they were trying to tell me; and I just broke down and cried and cried。 Oh; Chyna; how I cried; and wallowed in remorse for poor Grandma。 The therapists and social workers w

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