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"
Oh
,
not
again
,
Francine
,
"
said
Lavinia
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
you
dead
,
"
sobbed
Francine
,
the
tears
running
straight
down
her
cheeks
.
"
You
’
re
so
fine
and
nice
,
I
want
you
alive
.
Please
,
oh
,
please
!
"
"
Francine
,
I
didn
’
t
know
how
much
this
has
done
to
you
.
I
promise
I
’
ll
phone
when
I
get
home
.
"
"
Oh
,
will
you
?
"
"
And
tell
you
I
’
m
safe
,
yes
.
And
tomorrow
we
’
ll
have
a
picnic
lunch
at
Electric
Park
.
With
ham
sandwiches
I
’
ll
make
myself
,
how
’
s
that
?
You
’
ll
see
,
I
’
ll
live
forever
!
"
"
You
’
ll
phone
,
then
?
"
"
I
promised
,
didn
’
t
I
?
"
"
Good
night
,
good
night
!
"
Rushing
upstairs
,
Francine
whisked
behind
a
door
,
which
slammed
to
be
snap
-
bolted
tight
on
the
instant
.
"
Now
,
"
said
Lavinia
to
Helen
,
"
I
’
ll
walk
you
home
.
"
The
courthouse
clock
struck
the
hour
.
The
sounds
blew
across
a
town
that
was
empty
,
emptier
than
it
had
ever
been
.
Over
empty
streets
and
empty
lots
and
empty
lawns
the
sound
faded
.
