Norman took another drink, just a sip. He could feel the wetness trickle down the side of his chin. He must be drunk. All right, he was drunk, what did it matter? As long as Mother didn’t know. As long as the girl didn’t know. It would all be a big secret. Impotent, was he? Well, that didn’t mean he couldn’t see her again.
-Robert Bloch
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