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"
Well
,
isn
’
t
there
somewhere
you
could
go
?
Someone
that
we
could
call
?
"
She
took
the
dead
receiver
from
his
hand
,
wire
trailing
,
and
shook
her
head
.
"
My
friends
aren
’
t
on
the
phone
,
"
she
said
.
She
put
it
back
in
its
cradle
,
where
it
sat
,
useless
and
lonely
.
Then
she
smiled
,
fast
and
wicked
.
"
Breadcrumbs
,
"
she
said
.
"
Sorry
?
"
said
Richard
.
There
was
a
little
window
in
the
back
of
the
bedroom
that
looked
out
on
an
area
of
roof
tiles
and
gutters
.
Door
stood
on
Richard
’
s
bed
to
reach
it
,
opened
the
window
,
and
sprinkled
the
breadcrumbs
around
.
"
But
I
don
’
t
understand
,
"
said
Richard
.
"
Of
course
you
don
’
t
,
"
she
agreed
.
"
Now
,
shush
.
"
There
was
a
flutter
of
wings
,
and
the
purple
-
gray
-
green
sheen
of
a
pigeon
.
It
pecked
at
the
breadcrumbs
,
and
Door
reached
out
her
right
hand
and
picked
it
up
.
It
looked
at
her
curiously
but
made
no
complaint
.
They
sat
down
on
the
bed
.
Door
got
Richard
to
hold
the
pigeon
,
while
she
attached
a
message
to
its
leg
,
using
a
vivid
blue
rubber
band
that
Richard
had
previously
used
to
keep
his
electricity
bills
all
in
one
place
.
Richard
was
not
an
enthusiastic
holder
of
pigeons
,
even
at
the
best
of
times
.
"
I
don
’
t
see
the
point
in
this
,
"
he
explained
.
"
I
mean
,
it
’
s
not
a
homing
pigeon
.
It
’
s
just
a
normal
London
pigeon
.
The
kind
that
craps
on
Lord
Nelson
.
"
"
That
’
s
right
,
"
said
Door
.
Her
cheek
was
grazed
,
and
her
dirty
reddish
hair
was
tangled
;
tangled
,
but
not
matted
.
And
her
eyes
.
.
.
Richard
realized
that
he
could
not
tell
what
color
her
eyes
were
.
They
were
not
blue
,
or
green
,
or
brown
,
or
gray
;
they
reminded
him
of
fire
opals
:
there
were
burning
greens
and
blues
,
and
even
reds
and
yellows
that
vanished
and
glinted
as
she
moved
.
She
took
the
bird
from
him
,
gently
,
held
it
up
,
and
looked
it
in
the
face
.
It
tipped
its
head
on
one
side
and
stared
back
at
her
with
bead
-
black
eyes
.
"
Okay
,
"
she
said
,
and
then
she
made
a
noise
that
sounded
like
the
liquid
burbling
of
pigeons
.
"
Okay
Crrppllrr
,
you
’
re
looking
for
the
marquis
de
Carabas
.
You
got
that
?
"
The
pigeon
burbled
liquidly
back
at
her
.
"
Attagirl
.
Now
,
this
is
important
,
so
you
’
d
better
—
"
The
pigeon
interrupted
her
with
a
rather
impatient
-
sounding
burble
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
said
Door
.
"
You
know
what
you
’
re
doing
,
of
course
.
"
She
took
the
bird
to
the
window
and
let
it
go
.
