But I didn’t want to play with the little redhead across the bar, at least not in the normal way I liked to play with people. I wanted to possess him. I wanted to take him and put him up on a shelf like the little porcelain doll he was, place him where no one else could reach him. Maybe he would fall from that great height and shatter, and maybe I would put him back together. I needed to know which way it would go.
