Thinner - Stephen King [53]
'You think he got depressed over the way he looked and killed himself.'
'In essence, yes.'
'Let me get this straight,' Billy said. 'You believe this was a more or less ordinary outbreak of the adult acne he'd had for years but at the same time you believe he killed himself because of what he was seeing in the mirror. That's a weird diagnosis, Mike.'
'I never said it was the skin outbreak alone,' Houston said. He sounded annoyed. 'The worst thing about problems is the way they seem to come in pairs and trios and whole gangs, never one by one. Psychiatrists have the most suicides per ten thousand members of the profession, Billy, but cops aren't far behind. Probably there was a combination of factors - this latest outbreak could have just been the straw that broke the camel's back.'
'You should have seen him,' Billy said grimly. 'That wasn't a straw, that was the fucking World Trade Center.'
'He didn't leave a note, so I guess we'll never know, will we?'
'Christ,' Billy said, and ran a hand through his hair. 'Jesus Christ.'
'And the reasons for Duncan Hopley's suicide are almost beside the point, aren't they?'
'Not to me,' Billy said. 'Not at all.'
'It seems to me that the real point is that your mind played you a nasty trick, Billy. It guilt-tripped you. You had this this bee in your bonnet about Gypsy curses and when you went over to Duncan Hopley's that -night, you simply saw something that wasn't there.' Now Houston's voice took on a cozy, you-can-tell-me tone. 'Did you happen to drop into Andy's Pub for a couple before you went over to Duncan's house? Just to, you know, get yourself up for the encounter a little?'
'No.'
'You sure? Heidi says you've been spending quite a bit of time in Andy's.'
'If I had,' Billy said, 'your wife would have seen me there, don't you think?'
There was a long period of silence. Then Houston said colorlessly: 'That was a damned low blow, Billy. But it's also exactly the sort of comment I'd expect from a man who is under severe mental stress.'
'Severe mental stress. Psychological anorexia. You guys have got a name for everything, I guess. But you should have seen him. You should have ' Billy paused, thinking of the flaming pimples on Duncan Hopley's cheeks, the oozing whiteheads, the nose that had become almost insignificant in the gruesome, erupting landscape of that haunted face.
'Billy, can't you see that your mind is hunting a logical explanation for what's happening to you? It feels guilt about the Gypsy woman, and so -'
'The curse ended when he shot himself,' Billy heard himself saying. 'Maybe that's why it didn't look so bad. It's like in the werewolf movies we saw when we were kids, Mike. When the werewolf finally gets killed, it turns back into a man again!'
Excitement replaced the confusion he had felt at the news of Hopley's suicide and Hopley's more or less ordinary skin ailment. His mind began to race down this new path, exploring it quickly, ticking off the possibilities and probabilities.
Where does a curse go when the cursee finally kicks it? Shit, might as well ask where a dying man's last breath goes.
Or his soul. Away. It goes away. Away, away, away. Is there maybe a way to drive it away?
Rossington - that was the first thing. Rossington, out there at the Mayo Clinic, clinging desperately to the idea that he had skin cancer, because the alternative was so much worse. When Rossington died, would he change back to ?
He became aware that Houston had fallen silent. And there was a noise in the background, unpleasant but familiar Sobbing? Was that Heidi, sobbing?
'Why's she crying?' Billy rasped.
'Billy -'
'Put her on!'
'Billy, if you could hear yourself
'Goddammit, put her on!'
'No. I won't. Not while you're like this.'
'Why, you cheap coke-sniffing little
'Billy, quit it!'
Houston's