Saturday, December 5, 2009

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Spock or one of those other quacks claims it's bad for kids to sleep with their parents see? Supposed to give them traumas about sex and all that. But we never did it unless the kid was asleep. And I didn't want to move him. I was afraid to after Denny and Shirl. ' 'But you did move him didn't you?' Dr Harper asked. 'Yeah ' Billings said. He smiled a sick yellow smile. 'I did. ' Silence again. Billings wrestled with it. 'I had to!' he barked finally. 'I had to! It was all right when Rita was there but when she was gone it started to get bolder. It started . . . ' He rolled his eyes at Harper and bared his teeth in a savage grin. 'Oh you won't believe it. I know what you think just another goofy for your casebook I know that but you weren't there you lousy smug head-peeper. 'One night every door in the house blew wide open. One morning I got up and found a trail of mud and filth across the hall between the coat closet and the front door..
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