Now You See Me (20 page)

I
use
d
m
y
tin
y
torc
h
t
o
fin
d
th
e
bottl
e
I
ha
d
give
n
Ron
a,
an
d
I
pu
t
i
t
i
n
m
y
pocke
t,
replacin
g
i
t
wit
h
a
n
ordinar
y
proprietar
y-
bran
d
sleepin
g
pil
l.
Agai
n,
thi
s
wa
s
a
ris
k,
bu
t
I
counte
d
o
n
he
r
bein
g
to
o
distraugh
t
th
e
nex
t
da
y
t
o
thin
k
abou
t
m
y
visi
t.
Sh
e
wouldn’
t
b
e
goin
g
t
o
counsellin
g
agai
n,
i
f
everythin
g
turne
d
ou
t
a
s
planne
d,
s
o
sh
e
wouldn’
t
b
e
tellin
g
anyon
e
ther
e
abou
t
i
t.I
pulle
d
u
p
th
e
botto
m
par
t
o
f
th
e
plasti
c
pag
e
o
n
th
e
erase
r
pa
d
s
o
tha
t
th
e
reminde
r
abou
t
th
e
pill
s
disappeare
d,
leavin
g
th
e
not
e
abou
t
th
e
washin
g.
Agai
n,I
wa
s
countin
g
o
n
he
r
bein
g
to
o
distracte
d
t
o
notic
e
.

I
pulle
d
th
e
heav
y
woolle
n
sock
s
o
n
ove
r
m
y
sneaker
s
an
d
wen
t
silentl
y
int
o
Terry’
s
roo
m.I
foun
d
mysel
f
clos
e
t
o
weepin
g
whil
e
I
hel
d
th
e
pillo
w
unti
l
hi
s
frai
l
bod
y
wa
s
stil
l
.

I
hop
e
I
won’
t
hav
e
t
o
d
o
i
t
tha
t
wa
y
agai
n,
i
t
reminde
d
m
e
to
o
vividl
y
o
f
m
y
siste
r,
an
d
ho
w
th
e
demon
s
firs
t
cam
e
afte
r
he
r
deat
h,
wantin
g
mor
e
.

No
w
cam
e
th
e
greates
t
gambl
e.I
wa
s
grinnin
g
uncontrollabl
y
b
y
the
n,
almos
t
hummin
g
alou
d
wit
h
th
e
tensio
n
a
s
I
crep
t
u
p
th
e
hal
l.
Th
e
bedroo
m
door
s
wer
e
al
l
shu
t,
bu
t
I
stoo
d
fo
r
a
momen
t
b
y
eac
h
o
f
the
m,
listenin
g,
befor
e
I
wen
t
o
n
t
o
Rona’
s
roo
m.
Wha
t
i
f
she’
d
go
t
drun
k
an
d
forgotte
n
t
o
tak
e
th
e
pill
s?
Th
e
excitemen
t
o
f
i
t,
th
e
shee
r
euphori
a
o
f
terro
r,
mad
e
u
p
fo
r
no
t
completin
g
th
e
ritua
l,
bu
t
I
wa
s
als
o
secretl
y
gla
d
tha
t
I
didn’
t
hav
e
t
o
mutilat
e
th
e
chil
d
who’
d
reminde
d
m
e
o
f
m
y
siste
r
a
s
h
e
slep
t
.

I
hel
d
th
e
othe
r
sid
e
o
f
th
e
pillo
w
t
o
Rona’
s
han
d,
stillin
g
m
y
breat
h
i
n
cas
e
sh
e
stirre
d.
Bu
t
sh
e
la
y
o
n
he
r
bac
k
snorin
g
lightl
y.I
lifte
d
on
e
eyeli
d
t
o
chec
k—I
wa
s
darin
g
calamit
y
no
w,
deliberatel
y.
Onl
y
th
e
whit
e
showe
d.
She’
d
take
n
th
e
pill
s.
Nothin
g
woul
d
wak
e
he
r
fo
r
hour
s.I
dabbe
d
u
p
a
minut
e
trac
e
o
f
he
r
handcrea
m
fro
m
th
e
ja
r
I’
d
notice
d
earlie
r
tha
t
da
y
an
d
smeare
d
th
e
faintes
t
fil
m
wher
e
he
r
han
d
ha
d
bee
n.I
presse
d
he
r
finger
s
ther
e
agai
n.
The
n
I
too
k
th
e
pillo
w
bac
k
an
d
lai
d
i
t
besid
e
Terry’
s
hea
d.I
stoo
d
fo
r
a
lon
g
tim
e
lookin
g
a
t
hi
m,
unti
l
hi
s
imag
e
wa
s
indelibl
y
imprinte
d
o
n
m
y
memor
y.I
di
d
on
e
las
t
patro
l
t
o
mak
e
sur
e
I
hadn’
t
lef
t
anythin
g
behin
d,
the
n
quietl
y
le
t
mysel
f
ou
t
.