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She
waited
in
the
door
,
breathing
rapidly
,
her
hand
out
.
She
strained
to
see
over
toward
Green
Valley
,
but
saw
nothing
.
Silly
woman
.
She
went
inside
.
You
and
your
imagination
,
she
thought
.
That
was
nothing
but
a
bird
,
a
leaf
,
the
wind
,
or
a
fish
in
the
canal
.
Sit
down
.
Rest
.
She
sat
down
.
A
shot
sounded
.
Very
clearly
,
sharply
,
the
sound
of
the
evil
insect
weapon
.
Her
body
jerked
with
it
.
It
came
from
a
long
way
off
,
One
shot
.
The
swift
humming
distant
bees
.
One
shot
.
And
then
a
second
shot
,
precise
and
cold
,
and
far
away
.
Her
body
winced
again
and
for
some
reason
she
started
up
,
screaming
,
and
screaming
,
and
never
wanting
to
stop
screaming
.
She
ran
violently
through
the
house
and
once
more
threw
wide
the
door
.
The
echoes
were
dying
away
,
away
.
