[She takes his hand immediately, in both of hers. For most of her life, there's been one stable constant she can always rely on, one foundation that has never been ripped out from beneath her. Randall Flagg.
She's not under any false delusions as to what manner of man he is. His power, his temper, the danger...she knows these things. But what does that matter in the face of everything he's ever done to and for her? Yes, some of it has been less than pleasant. The situation in Boulder hadn't been ideal. But it's the old saying about omelets and eggs. And Harold...well, Harold will be forgotten. She'd already gotten her satisfaction there, when she left him in the ditch.]
Who are our 'hosts'? Why are we here? I was just with you....
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She's not under any false delusions as to what manner of man he is. His power, his temper, the danger...she knows these things. But what does that matter in the face of everything he's ever done to and for her? Yes, some of it has been less than pleasant. The situation in Boulder hadn't been ideal. But it's the old saying about omelets and eggs. And Harold...well, Harold will be forgotten. She'd already gotten her satisfaction there, when she left him in the ditch.]
Who are our 'hosts'? Why are we here? I was just with you....