Transcript (en)

Disappointing. Alice opened her mouth to say something, but the words fell away. Mr. Murphy loomed over her, his Cadillac eyes hungry and bored. I want you to read to me. Alice watched in slow motion as Mr. Murphy's tongue undulated when he spoke. Read it to me the way you read it to yourself. Pink tied against the bone shore of his teeth. Alice took the tattered Henry Miller paperback off the bedside table. And spread it open on the comforter of her bed. Page 13, he said, behind her. One hand stood up the front of her cotton dress. The other pointed to a sentence on the page. Begin. Here. I'm sorry.