It got through. Somehow it got through in spite of the rain, the thunder, the wind, and the heavy, hungry crackle of the fire. In spite of his compulsion.
He looked at her, and Polly's heart broke at the expression in his eyes. Alan wore the look of a man floating in the gut of a nightmare.
"Polly?" he asked distantly.
"Alan, you have to stop!"
She wanted to let go of the doorhandle-her hands were agony-but she was afraid that if she did, he would simply drive away and leave her there in the middle of Main Street.
No... she knew he would.
"Polly, I have to go. I'm sorry you're mad at me that you think I did something-but we'll sort it out. Only I have to g-"
"I'm not mad at you anymore, Alan. I know it wasn't you. it was him, playing us off against each other, like he has just about everyone else in Castle Rock. Because that's what he does. Do you understand, Alan? Are you hearing me? Because that is what he does!
Now stop! Turn off the goddamned engine and listen to me!"
"I have to go, Polly," he said. His own voice seemed to be coming to him from far away. On the radio, perhaps. "But I'll be ha-"
"No you won't!" she cried. Suddenly she was furious with himfurious at all of them, all the greedy, frightened, angry, acquisitive people in this town, herself included. "No you won't, because if you leave now, there won't be a goddam thing to come back TO!"
The video-game parlor blew up. Debris stormed around Alan's car, parked in the middle of Main Street. Alan's talented right hand stole over, picked up the Tastee-Munch can, as if for comfort, and held it on his lap.
Polly took no notice of the explosion; she stared at Alan with her dark, pain-filled eyes.
"Polly-"
"Look!" she shouted suddenly, a.-id tore open the front of her blouse. Rainwater struck the swells of her br**sts and gleamed in the hollow of her throat. "Look, I took it off-the charm! it's gone!
Now take yours off, Alan! If you're a man, take yours Off!"
He was having trouble understanding her from the depths of whatever nightmare it was which held him, the nightmare Mr. Gaunt had spun around him like a poisonous cocoon... and in a sudden flash of insight she understood what that nightmare was. What it must be.
"Did he tell you what happened to Annie and Todd?" she asked softly.
His head rocked back as if she had slapped him, and Polly knew she had hit the mark.
"Of course he did. What's the one thing in all the world, the one useless thing, that you want so badly that you get it mixed up with needing it? That's your charm, Alan-that's what he's put around your neck."
She let go of the doorhandle and thrust both of her arms into the car. The glow from the domelight fell on them. The flesh was a dark, liverish red. Her arms were so badly swollen that her elbows were becoming puffy dimples.
"There was a spider inside of mine," she said softly.
"'Hinkypinky-spider, crawling up the spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out.'Just a little spider. But it grew. It ate my pain and it grew. This is what it did before I killed it and took my pain back. I wanted so badly for the pain to be gone, Alan. That was what I wanted, but I don't need it to be gone. I can love you and I can love life and bear the pain all at the same time. I think the pain might even make the rest better, the way a good setting can make a diamond look better."
"Polly"Of course it has poisoned me," she continued thoughtfully, "and I think the poison may kill me if something isn't done. But why not? It's fair. Hard, but fair. I bought the poison when I bought the charm. He has sold a lot of charms in his nasty little shop this last week. The bastard works fast, I'll give him that much.
Hinkypinky-spider, crawling up the spout. That's what was in mine.
What's inside yours? Annie and Todd, isn't it? Isn't it?"
"Polly, Ace Merrill killed my wife! He killed Todd! He-"
"No!" she screamed, and seized his face in her throbbing hands.
"Listen to me! Understand me! Alan, it's not just your life, can't you see? He makes you buy back your own sickness, and he makes you pay double! Don't you understand that yet? Don't you get it?"
He stared at her, mouth agape... and then, slowly, his mouth closed. A sudden look of puzzled surprise settled on his face.
"Wait," he said. "Something was wrong. Something was wrong in the tape he left me. I can't quite...
"You can, Alan! Whatever the bastard sold you, it was wrong, just like the name on the letter he left me was wrong."
He was really hearing her for the first time. "What letter?"
"It's not important now-if there's a later, I'll tell you then.
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