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(
!
Get
ahold
of
yourself
,
girl
!
)
She
grated
a
bowl
of
cheese
from
the
block
,
added
it
to
the
omelet
,
flipped
it
,
and
turned
the
gas
ring
down
to
a
bare
blue
flame
.
The
soup
was
hot
.
She
put
the
pot
on
a
large
tray
with
silverware
,
two
bowls
,
two
plates
,
the
salt
and
pepper
shakers
.
When
the
omelet
had
puffed
slightly
,
Wendy
slid
it
off
onto
one
of
the
plates
and
covered
it
.
(
Now
back
the
way
you
came
.
Turn
off
the
kitchen
lights
.
Go
through
the
inner
office
.
Through
the
desk
gate
,
collect
two
hundred
dollars
.
)
She
stopped
on
the
lobby
side
of
the
registration
desk
and
set
the
tray
down
beside
the
silver
bell
.
Unreality
would
stretch
only
so
far
;
this
was
like
some
surreal
game
of
hideand
-
seek
.
She
stood
in
the
shadowy
lobby
,
frowning
in
thought
.
(
Don
’
t
push
the
facts
away
this
time
,
girl
.
There
are
certain
realities
,
as
lunatic
as
this
situation
may
seem
.
One
of
them
is
that
you
may
be
the
only
responsible
person
left
in
this
grotesque
pile
.
You
have
a
five
-
going
-
on
-
six
son
to
look
out
for
.
And
your
husband
,
whatever
has
happened
to
him
and
no
matter
how
dangerous
he
may
be
…
maybe
he
’
s
part
of
your
responsibility
,
too
.
And
even
if
he
isn
’
t
consider
this
:
Today
is
December
second
.
You
could
be
stuck
up
here
another
four
months
if
a
ranger
doesn
’
t
happen
by
.
Even
if
they
do
start
to
wonder
why
they
haven
’
t
heard
from
us
on
the
CB
,
no
one
is
going
to
come
today
…
or
tomorrow
…
maybe
not
for
weeks
.
Are
you
going
to
spend
a
month
sneaking
down
to
get
meals
with
a
knife
in
your
pocket
and
jumping
at
every
shadow
?
Do
you
really
think
you
can
avoid
Jack
for
a
month
?
Do
you
think
you
can
keep
Jack
out
of
the
upstairs
quarters
if
he
wants
to
get
in
?
He
has
the
passkey
and
one
hard
kick
would
snap
the
bolt
.
)
Leaving
the
tray
on
the
desk
,
she
walked
slowly
down
to
the
dining
room
and
looked
in
.
It
was
deserted
.
There
was
one
table
with
the
chairs
set
up
around
it
,
the
table
they
had
tried
eating
at
until
the
dining
room
’
s
emptiness
began
to
freak
them
out
.
"
Jack
?
"
she
called
hesitantly
.
At
that
moment
the
wind
rose
in
a
gust
,
driving
snow
against
the
shutters
,
but
it
seemed
to
her
that
there
had
been
something
.
A
muffled
sort
of
groan
.
