Chapter 49“Hi, Mikey!" cooed the Miraclemaker, cradling the child in his misshapen, rotting arms. "How are you? How are you?"
The screaming child writhed in protest, squirmed fitfully in its captor's grip.
"Aw, what's the matter?" the Miraclemaker asked playfully. "Do you want your mommy? Is that it? You want your mommy?"
The child continued to yowl and kick, floundering blindly as a wounded bird struggling in vain to take flight.
"Well, here she is," warbled the Miraclemaker, strolling over to stand by the woman's corpse. "There's your mommy, little Mikey. She's sleepin', see?" Laughing then, he lifted the infant to his face, roughly shook the bawling child.
"Aw, I'm sorry!" he crooned mischievously. "I lied. Your mommy isn't sleeping...she's dead! I killed her so I could h
