[Patrick]
I knew Angela wasn't the cheeriest woman on earth that day. I kind of knew it when she tossed and turned in the middle of the night. I knew about those dreams that made her feel self-loathe. She whimpered and gave small yelps of protest. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want her to find out my knowing of her dreams, but I couldn't stand to see her in such misery, living her childhood and remembering her dead parents. So I tried to keep Charlotte busy. I brought her to the mall, to the park and around town, to let Angela be alone for a while. I figured that much, I could do.
That night as we settled down for dinner, Angela switched on the newscast. We hadn't been catching on the happenings around the world for quite some time and thought it would be nice to know what was going on. Over the clinks of steel forks and grinding knives against the ceramic plates, I heard it.
Red John.