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found out? Maybe he could blame Henry.
MacDermott's wife had told Henry to come out here.
He could tell this one he'd kill her if she ever said it was
him and not Henry. He had an hour at least before
Henry could get there. At least.
The hair fell around her shoulders, changing her into
a stranger, a picture in a magazine. She wasn't inside
her eyes. She'd gotten away someplace where he didn't
exist. The eyes in the mirror were burning him like
white-hot brands. He felt as if all his will had been
sucked down into his penis and was pushing out now,
strained against his pants. He had to take the clothes
away and make her see it. "Look at me!" he snarled.
The man in the mirror started to spin like a clock hand,
and both his hands were pulling on the penis; the head
of the penis was an eye. He wanted sperm to spurt out
of the iris of the eye and then the whole mirror began to
spin. "Look at me!
Look at my eyes!" But her eyes squeezed shut. He
slapped her across the cheek so that she lurched
sideways, falling against the ottoman.
"Don't think you can make me go away! Do you