I quickly release the brace and slap myself on the head. How did I let myself get into this?I hear steps mounting the stairs and, muffled, a seat bein...g dragged into a suitable place. Then a low rumbling begins, and I notice the hinged face begin to move. "Sheryl, this is really not funny. I already realize you're in charge here," I essay. "I don't know what you want to gain from this. You've done this once already tonight..."Sheryl continues where she left off, but this time over an intercom.. You'd think I'd be gettin' used to the idea by now.Us? There ain't any fucking us no more.[Hey, can we go back and take out that stuff? I don't wanna sound like a fucking wimp. No? Why not? Oh, right, 'cause you said so and you're the fucking editor. Geeze! Give someone a little power and they go bugfuck!]Well, enough of the hard times of our fucking miserable world. There were plenty who was having a harder time than us. I mean...Oh fuck it! Me, I, us, we!Look, I'll just keep sayin' it like I. “He’ll be patient until we can get to a priest.”“So, what about the key?” he asked.“It’s in the cross,” I said.All I had was the Leatherman, but by taking my time, I scraped away the putty.We had the key!Getting Professor Wilson’s materials out of the safety deposit box was anticlimactic, really. The People’s State Bank of [redacted] is a small bank. Noel Wilson had rented one of only two large boxes they had, and put both his name and his son’s on the paperwork. I knew Bobby would have to show. Which of her friends would have told them about that? Theremust have been five or six other girls at the camp she was at when she was tenyears old, and she shuddered now to think about what had happened. Getting angry again, Gregspat out "I?m waiting ? do you know what I?m talking about, or do you wantanother day added to your sleep deprivation." Terri's heart sunk at thethought of that.? "No! No! Iremember ? I was given a burger as a prank, that had been left on the ground,and when I bit into.