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Damon Blackley
Private Lessons
Chapter 1 Page 14
Damon Blackley
Private Lessons
Chapter 1 Page 14
Damon swallowed stiffly, and verged on panic. Sensing the child's precarious courage, Boda hissed, 'Be still. Do not move.' Heedless, Damon's legs trembled, and his right heel rose so he was poised on that toe, ready to flee. 'She looks, but she does not see. We are one with the night. Steady. Steady.'
The woman blinked again, her face a clownish smear of red lipstick and black mascara. Then she groaned, rolled over, and stuffed a pillow beneath her ear. "Fucking kids," she complained simply.
The boy remained fixed in place, until he heard her snoring softly. Only then did he allow Boda to lead him through the door, down the hall, and back into the foyer.
There, he paused before the front door to glance back the way he had come. "Is the game finished? Can I go home, now?"
'Yes,' hissed his imaginary plaything, 'But be certain to wipe both sides of the doorknob. Use your shirt. Good,' drawled the shade, as it followed him through the door, onto the porch, 'Now pull it softly shut. Keep your thumb on the latch! There, now let it out slow.' Boda supervised silently from the darkness sheltered beneath the shrubbery, its tones laced with sick pleasure.
The woman blinked again, her face a clownish smear of red lipstick and black mascara. Then she groaned, rolled over, and stuffed a pillow beneath her ear. "Fucking kids," she complained simply.
The boy remained fixed in place, until he heard her snoring softly. Only then did he allow Boda to lead him through the door, down the hall, and back into the foyer.
There, he paused before the front door to glance back the way he had come. "Is the game finished? Can I go home, now?"
'Yes,' hissed his imaginary plaything, 'But be certain to wipe both sides of the doorknob. Use your shirt. Good,' drawled the shade, as it followed him through the door, onto the porch, 'Now pull it softly shut. Keep your thumb on the latch! There, now let it out slow.' Boda supervised silently from the darkness sheltered beneath the shrubbery, its tones laced with sick pleasure.
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