She cried out for her mother, she felt her breath start jerking back and forth in her lungs as if it were something Arnold Friend was stabbing her with again and again with no tenderness.
"Put it right back!"
A noisy sorrowful wailing rose all about her and she was locked inside it the way she was locked inside this house. After a while she could hear again.
"You hear me?"
"I'm not going the see my mother again"
She was sitting on the floor with her wet back against the wall. Arnold Friend was saying from the door, "That's a good girl. Put the phone back."
"I'll show you what love is like, what it does."
She kicked the phone away from her. "No, honey. Pick it up." She picked it up and put it back. The dial tone stopped. "That's a good girl. Now, you come outside."
...what had been fear but what was now just an emptiness... and deep inside her brain was something like pinpoint of light... would not let her relax. Arnold Friend said, "The place where you came from ain't here any more... This place you are now-inside you daddy's house- is nothing but a cardboard box I can knock down any time..."
"We'll go out to a nice field, out in the country here where it smells so nice and it's sunny," Arnold said. "I'll have my arms tight around you so you won't need to try to get away... The hell with this house!..."