Ben Zinowicz became visible again. He was on all fours, dragging the electrical cord. He was talking to Lindsey now, or seemed to be, or maybe he was referring to Joseph Lindsey. He kept saying he was sorry, he couldn’t help it, he didn’t mean it, he couldn’t help it.
Lindsey felt ben Zinowicz roll him over and tug at his hands. He still couldn’t move. He felt ben Zinowicz twisting the cord around his wrists.
“Come on now,” ben Zinowicz muttered. “Come on now, you be fair, you be fair. I can’t carry you. Let’s see you exercise grace under pressure, Lindsey. Let’s see you move, you arrogant son of a b***h. Oh, Lindsey, we could have had such a damned good time together.”
He squirmed around on the carpet until he was crouching over Lindsey. “Can’t we make a separate peace?” ben Zinowicz a
