Never before had I thought that Maxine would have the audacity to actually follow through on any of her threats.  She was all talk.  Well, talk and the occasional thrown dish.  But I was good at dodging dishes. This, though, this I couldn’t dodge.  I couldn’t even get it if of my damn wrist.

And the longer it stayed there, the more it became apparent that it would either kill me or drive me mad.  I stared at the watch trying to figure out which would be preferable, when option madness stolled into the parlor.

“Hello Stanley,” it said.  I see the sores are advancing.

“Go to hell” I said without much energy.

“I’ve just come from there.  I’m preparing you a room.”  It curled its lips over its teeth in what was supposed to be a smile.  “Might you have the time?”