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He
looked
up
the
street
both
ways
,
straining
his
eyes
for
Tony
’
s
slight
,
beckoning
form
,
but
there
was
no
one
there
.
The
wind
sighed
through
the
trees
,
and
the
fallen
leaves
rattled
up
the
deserted
walks
and
around
the
hubcaps
of
parked
cars
.
It
was
a
faint
and
sorrowful
sound
,
and
the
boy
thought
that
he
might
be
the
only
one
in
Boulder
awake
enough
to
hear
it
.
The
only
human
being
,
at
least
.
There
was
no
way
of
knowing
what
else
might
be
out
in
the
night
,
slinking
hungrily
through
the
shadows
,
watching
and
scenting
the
breeze
.
I
’
ll
find
you
!
I
’
ll
find
you
!
"
Tony
?
"
he
whispered
again
,
but
without
much
hope
.
Only
the
wind
spoke
back
,
gusting
more
strongly
this
time
,
scattering
leaves
across
the
sloping
roof
below
his
window
.
Some
of
them
slipped
into
the
raingutter
and
came
to
rest
there
like
tired
dancers
.
Danny
…
Danneee
…
He
started
at
the
sound
of
that
familiar
voice
and
craned
out
the
window
,
his
small
hands
on
the
sill
.
With
the
sound
of
Tony
’
s
voice
the
whole
night
seemed
to
have
come
silently
and
secretly
alive
,
whispering
even
when
the
wind
quieted
again
and
the
leaves
were
still
and
the
shadows
had
stopped
moving
.
He
thought
he
saw
a
darker
shadow
standing
by
the
bus
stop
a
block
down
,
but
it
was
hard
to
tell
if
it
was
a
real
thing
or
an
eye
-
trick
.
Don
’
t
go
,
Danny
…
Then
the
wind
gusted
again
,
making
him
squint
,
and
the
shadow
by
the
bus
stop
was
gone
…
if
it
had
ever
been
there
at
all
.
He
stood
by
his
window
for
