Michael Malone - Weebly

with his cufflinks and tie clasps. The ring was hateful to
him, but, still, gold was money. Her hair was gold.
"Hey, what's the matter? Look at me," he told her.
"Come on, you could be nice to me. How about that,
come on."
But she wouldn't speak. Barnum pulled her hands
away and saw the pupils contract, darkness receding
from the blue. Excitement and fear spiraled up in him,
each tumbling over the other to leap out of reach of his
control. She shuddered when he moved his hands up to
her hair. He stuck his fingers through her hair and
jerked out the gold pins. Her eyes closed, but she didn't
move. He was thinking that he had to keep hold, it still
wasn't too late, that he'd be nuts to go ahead, that her
husband would kill him. But he could just leave Dingley
Falls, couldn't he? He could go tonight, just pack and
pull out, hell with it all. What did he have keeping him
here anyhow, in this little dump that nobody ever heard
of where the snooty bastards wouldn't give him the time
of day? But it wasn't like the other times now. It
wouldn't be like quitting a job, grabbing a few bags, and
getting on a bus. He'd lose it all, the store and house