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"
I
’
m
just
not
afraid
,
"
said
Lavinia
.
"
And
I
’
m
curious
,
I
suppose
.
And
I
’
m
using
my
head
.
Logically
,
the
Lonely
One
can
’
t
be
around
.
The
police
and
all
.
"
"
The
police
are
home
with
their
covers
up
over
their
ears
.
"
"
Let
’
s
just
say
I
’
m
enjoying
myself
,
precariously
,
but
safely
.
If
there
was
any
real
chance
of
anything
happening
to
me
,
I
’
d
stay
here
with
you
,
you
can
be
sure
of
that
.
"
"
Maybe
part
of
you
doesn
’
t
want
to
live
anymore
.
"
"
You
and
Francine
.
Honestly
!
"
"
I
feel
so
guilty
.
I
’
ll
be
drinking
some
hot
cocoa
just
as
you
reach
the
ravine
bottom
and
walk
on
the
bridge
.
"
"
Drink
a
cup
for
me
.
Good
night
.
"
Lavinia
Nebbs
walked
alone
down
the
midnight
street
,
down
the
late
summer
-
night
silence
.
She
saw
houses
with
the
dark
windows
and
far
away
she
heard
a
dog
barking
.
In
five
minutes
,
she
thought
,
I
’
ll
be
safe
at
home
.
In
five
minutes
I
’
ll
be
phoning
silly
little
Francine
.
I
’
ll
—
"
She
heard
the
man
’
s
voice
.
A
man
’
s
voice
singing
far
away
among
the
trees
.
