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Jack Ketchum - Stranglehold
Lydia McCloud meets Arthur Danse at a wedding party in Plymouth, N.H., and she thinks he's a man she could grow to love. Arthur sees things differently. In Lydia, he sees the sort of woman people always want to protect. He decides he's going to show her "she wouldn't always be protected."
for her to say. "Willie and I never did have children and there are many times I've regretted that. But regrets don't get you much in life, do they? The point is, I want you to know that I think you're doin' your duty by the boy. The important thing's the boy. That nobody hurt him. A child and the good decent life of a child is the most important thing in the world. I think I missed out on something. But I'm glad that a woman good as you are, Liddy Danse, I'm glad you didn't. Nothing I can do
good. It would take a lot of seriously bad luck for them to notice her out here. She peered through the corner window of the living room. Arthur's portrait, an oil done by a local painter, hung prominently over the fireplace. Not Harry's portrait. Arthur's. She'd always thought that pretty odd. There was no one in the room. She moved beyond the untrimmed hedges to the side of the house. The dining room was dark but she could see light spilling in under the door leading to the kitchen. She
call it?—close the books on this. But what if it's not him? And then I say it is." He understood. This was a brave intelligent woman and she needed to be sure. So did he. If he was pretty certain that Arthur Danse had lived his double life so completely and successfully that not his wife nor even his parents had ever fully known what he was capable of, if he had escaped even in death, Duggan would just have to live with that. The woman was right. What if he was out there—trolling the streets in
Unless something happened to change things Lydia Danse would be a woman approaching old age. My god. "How do you ... I don't know how to say this but ... God! How do you live with that? How do you possibly bear it?" She watched Lydia draw herself up in the hard metal chair. "Robert's with Ruth now," she said, "he's with his grandmother. The very same woman who raised his father. Who broke the law allowing Arthur to stay there in the first place. For some insane reason the courts decided
these days. But she thought there was nothing to do but try again. She couldn't go on like this. At least here in the restaurant he couldn't just walk away from her into the next room and turn on the TV or go to bed. They couldn't get into one of their shouting matches either. "Jim, I'm bored to death here. Do you understand that? I'm twenty-seven years old. And you don't want children." "Yet." "... yet, and you don't want me working. So what's left? We have an apartment, Jim. A big,