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"
What
about
the
others
?
"
"
They
're
all
out-of-staters
,
strangers
to
me
,
"
Ollie
said
.
"
I
did
n't
ask
any
of
them
.
"
"
How
sure
are
you
that
you
were
n't
just
seeing
things
?
"
"
Sure
,
"
he
said
.
He
nodded
toward
Mrs.
Carmody
,
who
was
sitting
by
herself
at
the
end
of
the
aisle
.
None
of
it
had
hurt
her
appetite
any
;
there
was
a
graveyard
of
chicken
bones
on
her
plate
.
She
was
drinking
either
blood
or
V-8
juice
.
"
I
think
she
was
right
about
one
thing
,
"
Ollie
said
.
"
We
'll
find
out
.
When
it
gets
dark
,
we
'll
find
out
.
"
But
we
did
n't
have
to
wait
until
dark
.
When
it
came
,
Billy
saw
very
little
of
it
,
because
Mrs.
Turman
kept
him
up
back
.
Ollie
was
still
sitting
with
me
when
one
of
the
men
up
front
gave
out
a
shriek
and
staggered
back
from
his
post
,
pinwheeling
his
arms
.
It
was
approaching
eight-thirty
;
outside
the
pearl-white
mist
had
darkened
to
the
dull
slaty
color
of
a
November
twilight
.
Something
had
landed
on
the
glass
outside
one
of
the
loopholes
.
"
Oh
my
Jesus
!
"
the
man
who
had
been
watching
there
screamed
.
"
Let
me
out
!
Let
me
out
of
this
!
"
He
tore
around
in
a
rambling
circle
,
his
eyes
starting
from
his
face
,
a
thin
lick
of
saliva
at
one
corner
of
his
mouth
glimmering
in
the
deepening
shadows
.
Then
he
took
off
straight
up
the
far
aisle
past
the
frozen-food
cases
.
There
were
answering
cries
.
Some
people
ran
toward
the
front
to
see
what
had
happened
.
Many
others
retreated
toward
the
back
,
not
caring
and
not
wanting
to
see
whatever
was
crawling
on
the
glass
out
there
.
