Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.
Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.
For a moment he felt a wild hope: perhaps this really was a nightmare. Perhaps he would awake in his own bed, bathed in sweat, shaking, maybe even crying . . . but alive. Safe. Then he pushed the thought away. Its charm was deadly, its comfort fatal.
Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.
To his way of thinking, the only thing more natural than death was sex.
Free at last, he thought. Great God Almighty, I'm free at last. Then: I believe this is redemption. And it's good, isn't it? Quite good, indeed.
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