“Where are you going?” Buck demanded.
“Out,” she responded. “Away from you. I said I loved you, Buck, didn’t I? Well… maybe I did. But I’m cured now.
“Bitch!”
“Goodbye Buck. Have a nice eternity.”
“Worthless bitch!”
She didn’t reply to his insults. She simply walked through the door and out into the night.
Virginia watched the shadow pass through the closed door and held on to the tattered remains of her sanity with white-knuckled fists. She had to put these apparitions out of her head as quickly as possible or she knew she’d go crazy. She turned her back on Room Eight. What she needed now was pills. She picked up her handbag, only to drop it again as her shaking fingers rooted for the bottles, depositing the contents of the bag onto the floor. One of the bottles, which she had failed to seal properly, spilled. A rainbow assortment of tablets rolled across the stained carpet in every direction. She bent to pick them up. Tears had started to come, blinding her. She felt for the pills as best she could, feeding half a handful into her mouth and trying to swallow them dry. The tattoo of the rain on the roof sounded louder and louder in her head; a roll of thunder gave weight to the percussion.
And then, John’s voice.
“What are you doing, Virginia?”
She looked up, tears in her eyes, a pill-laden hand hovering at her lips. She’d forgotten her husband entirely. The shadows and the rain and the voices had driven all thought of him from her head. She let the pills drop back to the carpet. Her limbs were shaking. She didn’t have the strength to stand up.
“I… I. .. heard the voices again,” she said.
His eyes had come to rest on the spilled contents of bag and bottle. Her crime was spread for him to see quite plainly. It was useless to try and deny anything; it would only enrage him further.
“Woman,” he said. “Haven’t you learned your lesson?”
She didn’t reply. Thunder drowned his next words. He repeated them, more loudly.
“Where did you get the pills, Virginia?”
She shook her head weakly.
“Earl again, I suppose. Who else?”
“No,” she murmured.
“Don’t lie to me, Virginia!” He had raised his voice to compete with the storm. “You know the Lord hears your lies, as I hear them. And you are judged, Virginia! Judged.”‘
“Please leave me be,” she pleaded.
“You’re poisoning yourself.”
“I need them, John,” she told him. “I really do.” She had no energy to hold his bullying at bay; nor did she want him to take the pills from her. But then what was the use of protesting? He would have his way, as always. It would be wiser to give up the booty now and save herself unnecessary anguish.
“Look at yourself,” he said, “groveling on the floor.”
“Don’t start on me, John,” she replied. “You win. Take the pills. Go on! Take them!”
He was clearly disappointed by her rapid capitulation, like an actor preparing for a favorite scene only to find the curtain rung down prematurely. But he made the most of her invitation, upending her handbag on the bed, and collecting the bottles.
“Is this all?” he demanded.
“Yes,” she said.
“I won’t be deceived, Virginia.”
“That’s all!” she shouted back at him. Then more softly: “I swear . . . that’s all.”
“Earl will be sorry. I promise you that. He’s exploited your weakness-”
“… no!”
“-your weakness and your fear. The man is in Satan’s employ, that much is apparent.”
“Don’t talk nonsense!” she said, surprising herself with her own vehemence. “I asked him to supply them.” She got to her feet with some difficulty. “He didn’t want to defy you, John. It was me all along.”
Gyer shook his head. “No, Virginia. You won’t save him. Not this time. He’s worked to subvert me all along. I see that now. Worked to harm my crusade through you. Well I’m wise to him now. Oh yes. Oh yes.”
He suddenly turned and pitched the handful of bottles through the open door and into the rainy darkness outside. Virginia watched them fly and felt her heart sink. There was precious little sanity to be had on a night like this-it was a night for going crazy wasn’t it? with the rain bruising your skull and murder in the air-and now the damn fool had thrown away her last chance of equilibrium. He turned back to her, his prefect teeth bared.