SALEM'S LOT XXXIII / THE LOT (IV)
“A white rose for each of you. Tie them in your hair or around your neck. And I’ll repeat myself—don’t look in his eyes! I could keep you here and tell you a hundred other things, but you better go along. It’s ten o’clock already, and Father Callahan may be having second thoughts. My best wishes and my prayers go with you. Praying is quite a trick for an old agnostic like me, too. But I don’t think I’m as agnostic as I once was. Was it Carlyle who said that if a man dethrones God in his heart, then Satan must ascend to His position?” No one answered, and Matt sighed. “Jimmy, I want a closer look at your neck.” Jimmy stepped to the bedside and lifted his chin. The wounds were obviously punctures, but they had both scabbed over and seemed to be healing nicely. “Any pain? Itching?” Matt as
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