He didnt know how to answer her. ("Virginia") Sandpiper told him that she had found a man named McKibbon who owned an old squirrel-rifle, and had gotten him to put the bullet-hole in the wall by the chair while she could not swear to the historical accuracy of the gun, Mrs Roman D.
He would go to longhand tomorrow. The pills were the tide; Annie Wilkes was the lunar presence which pulled them into his mouth like jetsam on a wave. It was time for her to fade out and show up someplace else — Idaho, Utah, California, maybe. "One of the reasons I brought you back was because it seemed like more than a coincidence.
His silence did not fit well into her view of all existence as a sort of Big-Time Wrestling match: Honest Annie vs. Probably a long time ago.
But no matter how hard he tried to make his vivid imagination work, he could not make it come up with a scenario which would lead up to that. She took to her bed later that afternoon and did not arise from it for nearly a month.