They stood watching Knox as he backed his wife into the corner at knife point. Then there was a soft flump sound, and the duvet grew a modest crown of yellow flames. Then she did as he had instructed her. But moving with them were raccoons, waddling woodchucks, and a contingent of squirrels that seemed to move effortlessly along the top of the snow.
I got thinking about stuff, I guess — one thing the woods are great for is thinking about stuff — and then I was on my own. Them and Duddits. The only thing he'd ever smelled even remotely like it was the breath of a patient he'd had once, a schizophrenic with intestinal cancer. 'Hey, come back! Come back!' He snapped his fingers again and could hardly feel them — when had it turned so cold? We're in a goddam situation here, he thought.
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