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"
We
’
ll
work
something
out
.
"
"
I
’
m
sure
you
will
.
"
I
let
him
out
and
sat
down
again
and
turned
out
the
light
and
sat
listening
to
my
house
.
It
thudded
like
a
heart
,
and
maybe
it
was
my
heart
and
a
rustling
old
house
.
I
thought
to
go
to
the
cabinet
and
take
the
talisman
in
my
hand
—
had
stood
up
to
get
it
.
I
heard
a
crunching
sound
and
a
whinny
like
a
frightened
colt
,
and
quick
steps
in
the
hall
and
silence
.
My
shoes
squidged
on
the
stairs
.
I
went
in
to
Ellen
’
s
room
and
switched
on
the
light
.
She
was
balled
up
under
a
sheet
,
her
head
under
her
pillow
.
When
I
tried
to
lift
the
pillow
she
clung
to
it
and
I
had
to
yank
it
away
.
A
line
of
blood
ran
from
the
corner
of
her
mouth
.
"
I
slipped
in
the
bathroom
.
"
"
I
see
.
Are
you
badly
hurt
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
so
.
"
"
In
other
words
,
it
’
s
none
of
my
business
.
"
"
I
didn
’
t
want
him
to
go
to
jail
.
"
Allen
was
sitting
on
the
edge
of
his
bed
,
naked
except
for
jockey
shorts
.
His
eyes
—
they
made
me
think
of
a
mouse
in
a
corner
,
ready
at
last
to
fight
a
broom
.
