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"
Oh
,
bosh
the
police
,
"
laughed
Lavinia
.
"
I
’
m
not
afraid
of
anything
.
The
Lonely
One
is
a
million
miles
away
now
.
He
won
’
t
be
back
for
weeks
and
the
police
’
ll
get
him
then
,
just
wait
.
Wasn
’
t
the
film
wonderful
?
"
"
Closing
up
,
ladies
.
"
The
druggist
switched
off
the
lights
in
the
cool
white
-
tiled
silence
.
Outside
,
the
streets
were
swept
clean
and
empty
of
cars
it
or
trucks
or
people
.
Bright
lights
still
burned
in
the
small
store
windows
where
the
warm
wax
dummies
lifted
pink
wax
hands
fired
with
blue
-
white
diamond
rings
,
or
flourished
orange
wax
legs
to
reveal
hosiery
.
The
hot
blue
-
glass
eyes
of
the
mannequins
watched
as
the
ladies
drifted
down
the
empty
river
bottom
street
,
their
images
shimmering
in
the
windows
like
blossoms
seen
under
darkly
moving
waters
.
"
Do
you
suppose
if
we
screamed
they
’
d
do
anything
?
"
"
Who
?
"
"
The
dummies
,
the
window
people
.
"
"
Oh
,
Francine
.
"
"
Well
.
.
.
"
There
were
a
thousand
people
in
the
windows
,
stiff
and
silent
,
and
three
people
on
the
street
,
the
echoes
following
like
gunshots
from
store
fronts
across
the
way
when
they
tapped
their
heels
on
the
baked
pavement
.
