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explore the house, while his head shook in slight
spasms, buzzed by his thoughts. While he shoved
through the door his sense of his power to frighten her
both angered and thrilled him. At each step he took
toward her, she moved backwards down the hall. She
kept looking at his mouth and wouldn't raise her eyes
back to his. Her hands were out in front of her, as if the
urge swelling out from him impelled her backwards.
No, it was as if the opening between her legs was
compelling him toward her, pulling him down the
corridor, trying to suck him inside a center that he
imagined opening larger and darker like the pupil of the
eye in the mirror.
He turned his eyes away from her panic and began
to poke his head into the different rooms, checking
windows, testing the back door. He looked in the
entrance to the family room, then grabbed her arm and
pulled her in there. He stood with her in front of the
laughing television. "M*A*S*H," said Barnum flatly.
And for a few seconds he began automatically to watch
it as if fallen suddenly into a trance. Then he led her
across the hall into the living room, talking again. "I said,