SCENE CONTINUED-CHAPTER TEN-IN MOTEL ROOM--SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS
She was on her knees, her eyes welling with tears. She felt his (professional killer) hand grasp hers and lift her arm into the air. Her fingernails bit into her palm. She had heard stories of people who did it in a warm bathtub and supposedly felt no pain. They just went to sleep as the water turned red around them. She wondered if it would be like that. Then she felt his thumb dig into her palm and peel back her fingers.
"What are you doing?" she said.
"You go into the brightness of the sun. You go into its whiteness and warmth and let it consume you. When you come out you will be pure of spirit. You will never have to be afraid again."
She tried to pull her hand from his, but he held on to it.
"Did you here me?" he said.
"Yes, sir."
He placed five hundred-dollar bills across her palm and folded her fingers on them. "The Greyhound for Los Angeles leaves in the morning. In no time you'll be in Albuquerque, and you'll see what I mean. You'll go west into the sun across a beautiful countryside, a place that's like the world was on the day God created light. The person you were when you walked into this room won't exist anymore."
When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she lost a shoe. But she did not stop to pick it up.
END OF SCENE
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