This preview shows page 1. Sign up to view the full content.
Unformatted text preview: noted it was only the new and short hair which had changed, and the skin was already fading back to its yellowish hue. "What do we do with all this. Mother? We must keep it secret from the family." "Well, of course," she said. "But first we take off the head here to save it." I collapsed in exhaustion, sitting against the wall, crossing my an- kles and watching in silence as she slowly severed the man's head, using a hatchet for the purpose. And then I saw this thing immersed in the chemicals she had so lately bought for the purpose and the jar sealed, and the man's eyes staring out at me. By then Lasher had gathered his wits, if that's what they were. And he was there, a human-looking male, strong, beside her. And I remem- ber that moment as perfectly as any other-the fiend standing there in the form of an innocent man, wide-eyed and almost sweet, and Mar- guerite, clamping the top on that jar and holding it up to the light and talking baby talk to the head...
View Full Document
- Spring '10