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Not long after, Roland would think: Any other woman, crippled or otherwise, suddenly shoved all the way down the aisle of the mart in which she was doing business - monkey-business, you may call it if you like - by a stranger inside her head, shoved into a little room while some man behind her yelled for her to stop, then suddenly turned, shoved again where there was by rights no room in which to shove, then finding herself suddenly in an entirely different world ...I think any other woman, under those circumstances, would have most certainly have asked "Where am I?" before all else. Instead, Odetta Holmes asked almost pleasantly, "What exactly are you planning to do with that knife, young man?" 2 Roland looked up at Eddie, who was crouched with his knife held less than a quarter of an inch over the skin. Even with his uncanny speed, there was no way the gunslinger could move fast enough to evade the blade if Eddie decided to use it. "Yes," Roland said. "What are you planning to do with it?" "I don't know," Eddie said, sounding completely disgusted with himself. "Cut bait, I guess. Sure doesn't look like I came here to fish, does it?" He threw the knife toward the Lady's chair, but well to the right. It stuck, quivering, in the sand to its hilt. Then the Lady turned her head and began, "I wonder if you could please explain where you've taken m