In the conflagration his body curled up, taking on that pugilistic attitude common to the victims of immolation, the joints shortening as they cooked, drawing arms and legs up into a posture of defense. Then he dropped the can and ferreted, blind, for the matches. Most of the fluid simply pooled around him. He twisted the cap off the petrol can and spilled the contents over him as efficiently as he could. He had a feeling in him that was like panic something to be held down for fear it make a fool of him. He sat watching her at the sink, wringing out a cloth to swab down the counter, and nothing had changed in six years-not really-just a few lines on their faces. Whereas he, he couldn't take his eyes off her. How did she know? She'd scarcely taken two glances at him in her whirlwind of activity. God, it would be today, I've got so much to do- She finished with the machine, pushed the sleeves of her sweater back up, said:Coffee? and turned to the kettle to make some without waiting for an answer.You look well, Marty, you really do. I just didn't expect you- she was saying, closing the machine and loading powder into it.I was sure you'd call first. `I can't bear it, Lestat,' I said to him.
Now I'm out of the way, they'll impose upon her. There isn't one of them that's not hard up and trying to get money out of her.
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