“So that’s what you were working on,” Barbara said. “Bob, you don’t know how glad I am that it’s successful.”
“Well—we hope. We’re almost sure. But—”
“You can take a vacation now? You’ve been working so hard!”
“A few more weeks, and I’ll be ready. I’ve got to collate my notes. I can’t run out on Parsons at this stage. But very soon, I promise.”
He looked up to see her smile. Suddenly he stiffened. Her smile was broadening, stretching, the lower lip dropping till all her teeth showed. The lower lids of her eyes hung ... stretched....
Her nose lengthened.
Her eyes slowly crawled out of their sockets and lengthened on dreadful stalks down her cheeks.
She melted down and out of sight beneath the table.
The table began to sink.