Michael Malone - Weebly

She nodded, read the message of John's death in
Henry's face, pressed her hands against her stomach.
"Listen, I'm sorry, but don't go out there, okay?
He's gone. No, listen. I'm sure, honest, I'm sure. Hold
tight. Nothing you can do."
Then he went into the room where the blood of
Limus Barnum soaked into the rug. With his thumb he
lifted the eyelids. The dead eyes stared past him at
some other horror, and the lips grinned a final smile.
As Henry snapped off the talking television, he saw
the rivulets of blood running down his arm, so he
grabbed a wool scarf off the armchair and wrapped it
around the wound where a bullet had passed cleanly
through his flesh. She was still nodding when he came
back into the hall. "That one's dead," he told her. "Got a
robe?
Listen, you better get something on. You're okay.
Listen." He kept talking to her as he moved through the
house, his hand pressing against the scarf. On the
bathroom door he found two robes; he brought her the
woman's. Mechanically she put it on. As he opened
closet doors, she watched him and tied the cord of her