Get It Out

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"What do you mean-get it out?" asked Doctor Samuel Jonas. Minutes before, he had been sitting in his den on a Sunday afternoon waiting for the pre-game show to wrap up so the NFL could begin its latest installment. He had just settled into his Barcalounger when the phone rang and a raspy, twangy voice asked: "Ya Dr. Jonas. Live down on Sherwood?"

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Bio of Thomas F. Monteleone

Thomas F. Monteleone has been a professional writer since 1972. He has published more than one hundred short stories in numerous magazines and anthologies. His stories have been nominated for many awards, and have appeared in numerous best-of-the-year compilations. His notorious column of opinion and entertainment, "The Mothers and Fathers Italian Association," currently appears in Cemetery Dance magazine. He is the editor of six anthologies, including the highly acclaimed Borderlands series edited with his wife, Elizabeth. He has written for the stage and television, having scripts produced for American Playhouse (which won him the Bronze Award at the International TV and Film Festival of New York and the Gabriel Award), George Romero's Tales from the Darkside, a new series on Fox TV entitled Night Visions. Of his twenty novels, The Blood of the Lamb received the 1993 Bram Stoker Award, and The New York Times Notable Book of the Year Award. His three collections of selected short fiction are Dark Stars and Other Illuminations, Fearful Symmetries and Rough Beasts and Other Mutations. Recent novels include The Eyes of the Virgin and Midnight Rambler, plus a collection of essays entitled The Mothers and Fathers Italian Association. His books and stories have been translated into twelve foreign languages. Clearly, he is a writer, rather than an "author." He likes baseball, the Baltimore Ravens, computers, sour mash whiskey, fine wines, comic books, tons of magazines and books to read, all kinds of music (except anything sung by people wearing big hats), and teaching his kids how to be independent thinkers. He lives in Grantham, New Hampshire, with his wife, Elizabeth, son, Brandon, and daughter, Olivia.

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TeknoBooks

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9781435512023

Excerpt from: Get It Out by Thomas F. Monteleone

He wasn't sure how long he sat there with the phone off-cradle; he'd been in some other dimension, staring into a place where you saw nothing, heard nothing. Sam looked up at the TV, where the Steelers were celebrating a long aerial strike into the Bills' end zone, then at his watch.
Kelly.
He could see her image interfaced with every thought. The idea of losing her became an absence, a black hole that absorbed everything else. He couldn't live through anything like that. He was already all used up. No more. Jesus Christ, no more...
Sam shook his head, remembering how his wife kept trying to console him by explaining away the breast cancer as "God's will," and part of His "wonderful plan for us all," and a host of other religious platitudes that only served to infuriate him. It had always amazed him how devout people so easily refused to question the illogic of a God that would actually "plan" the drive-by shooting deaths of five-year-old children and the elusive success of serial killers.
He had to wake up! Stop sitting there waiting for "Grendel" to show up at his fucking door. He had to think clearly and make some decisions.
Right away.
That business about the cops--that was something they always said, wasn't it? How could they know?
No way. No way they could know, right?
Still, he knew, deep down where the flat slab of hard logic lay buried like the Rosetta stone to all our emotional mysteries, everything glistened with the wet, irrational fear of total loss. Logical thinking would not be enough now.
But who would know if he called John?
No one. Call him.
The Monster. The Get-It-Out Man. He'll know.