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"
Poor
kid
.
"
Marguerite
Olsen
screwed
the
top
back
onto
the
gallon
jug
.
"
I
hope
she
’
s
dead
,
"
she
said
,
matter
-
of
-
factly
.
Shadow
was
shocked
.
"
Why
?
"
"
Because
the
alternatives
are
worse
.
"
The
goldfinches
hopped
frantically
from
branch
to
branch
of
the
fir
-
tree
,
impatient
for
the
people
to
be
gone
.
A
downy
woodpecker
joined
them
.
You
aren
’
t
thinking
about
Alison
,
thought
Shadow
.
You
’
re
thinking
of
your
son
.
You
’
re
thinking
of
Sandy
.
He
remembered
someone
saying
I
miss
Sandy
.
Who
was
that
?
"
Good
talking
to
you
,
"
he
said
.
"
Yeah
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
,
too
.
"
February
passed
in
a
succession
of
short
,
gray
days
.
Some
days
the
snow
fell
,
most
days
it
didn
’
t
.
The
weather
warmed
up
,
and
on
the
good
days
it
got
above
freezing
.
Shadow
stayed
in
his
apartment
until
it
began
to
feel
like
a
prison
cell
,
and
then
,
on
the
days
that
Wednesday
did
not
need
him
,
he
began
to
walk
.
