Light flickered in shutters from beneath the door as it moved restlessly on the tiles, and then it slammed into the door again. Going to Washington in April had been good, and the moon rocks had been stunning (they still stun him, every time he thinks about them), but he had been alone. It was battered and slightly curved from its long trip in Kurtz's rear pocket, but still recognizable. More of those mewling cries as the worms burned.
It was as good an answer as any. How did you know? the boy had asked, and Jonesy supposes that was a good question. ' 'How silly of you to say so. Still, he supposed, it was bigger than your average jail cell; guys in Walpole or Danvers or Shawshank would think this was the cat's ass.
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