Couldn't get caught leaving a semi-comatose woman alone in the woods, let's say, while you went off in search of the suds. He guessed that the skis hadn't been waxed since the peanut-farmer was President, but if he stayed in the crimped and flattened track of the snowmobile, he should be all right. 'You peg my ass off every time you deal. One final coherent thought flared in his mind — You're the cancer, Kurtz, you — and then died.
He can hear it, coming in through the front door, carried on the breeze. The woman was saying, “. 'Please may I not go, Henry?' 'If you do, you could die in front of him,' Henry said — hating the cruelty of it, also hating how well his life's work had prepared him to push the right buttons. Fires and tears, joy, radiance.
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