Fairy Tale

by Stephen King

“This could be a big night, Charlie. I think I’m actually going to take a shit.” “The fireworks are ready,” I said. “Save it for your stand-up routine.” When I tried to follow him to the kitchen, he turned his head and snapped, “Go back and watch your gadget, for God’s sake. If I fall down, you can pick me up.” I went back. I heard the door to the little bathroom close. I waited. Five minutes passed. Then ten. I tossed Radar her monkey until she wouldn’t chase it anymore and curled up on her rug. At last I went to the kitchen doorway and asked if he was okay. “Fine,” he called back. “But I could use a stick of dynamite. Fucking OxyContin.” The toilet finally flushed and when he came out, he was sweaty but smiling. “The Eagle has landed. Thank Christ.”