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"
Don
’
t
scream
!
"
Lavinia
put
out
her
hands
to
hold
onto
Francine
,
who
was
whimpering
and
choking
.
"
Don
’
t
!
Don
’
t
!
"
The
woman
lay
as
if
she
had
floated
there
,
her
face
moon
-
lit
,
her
eyes
wide
and
like
flint
,
her
tongue
sticking
from
her
mouth
.
"
She
’
s
dead
!
"
said
Francine
.
"
Oh
,
she
’
s
dead
,
dead
!
She
’
s
dead
!
"
Lavinia
stood
in
the
middle
of
a
thousand
warm
shadows
with
the
crickets
screaming
and
the
frogs
loud
.
"
We
’
d
better
get
the
police
,
"
she
said
at
last
.
Hold
me
.
Lavinia
,
hold
me
.
I
’
m
cold
,
oh
,
I
’
ve
never
been
so
cold
in
all
my
life
!
"
Lavinia
held
Francine
and
the
policemen
were
brushing
through
the
crackling
grass
,
flashlights
ducked
about
,
voices
mingled
,
and
the
night
grew
toward
eight
-
thirty
.
"
It
’
s
like
December
.
I
need
a
sweater
,
"
said
Francine
,
eyes
shut
,
against
Lavinia
.
The
policeman
said
,
"
I
guess
you
can
go
now
,
ladies
.
You
might
drop
by
the
station
tomorrow
for
a
little
more
questioning
.
"
