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"
He
knows
about
the
wires
,
Steffy
.
"
I
took
her
gently
by
the
shoulders
.
"
He
's
scared
of
them
.
That
's
good
.
It
makes
him
safe
.
"
One
tear
tracked
down
her
cheek
.
"
David
,
I
'm
scared
.
"
"
Come
on
!
It
's
over
.
"
"
Is
it
?
Last
winter
...
and
the
late
spring
...
they
called
it
a
black
spring
in
town
...
they
said
there
had
n't
been
one
in
these
parts
since
1888
-
"
"
They
"
undoubtedly
meant
Mrs.
Carmody
,
who
kept
the
Bridgton
Antiquary
,
a
junk
shop
that
Steff
liked
to
rummage
around
in
sometimes
.
Billy
loved
to
go
with
her
.
In
one
of
the
shadowy
,
dusty
back
rooms
,
stuffed
owls
with
gold-ringed
eyes
spread
their
wings
forever
as
their
feet
endlessly
grasped
varnished
logs
;
stuffed
raccoons
stood
in
a
trio
around
a
"
stream
"
that
was
a
long
fragment
of
dusty
mirror
;
and
one
moth-eaten
wolf
,
which
was
foaming
sawdust
instead
of
saliva
around
his
muzzle
,
snarled
a
creepy
eternal
snarl
.
Mrs.
Carmody
claimed
the
wolf
was
shot
by
her
father
as
it
came
to
drink
from
Stevens
Brook
one
September
afternoon
in
1901
.
The
expeditions
to
Mrs.
Carmody
's
Antiquary
shop
worked
well
for
my
wife
and
son
.
She
was
into
carnival
glass
and
he
was
into
death
in
the
name
of
taxidermy
.
But
I
thought
that
the
old
woman
exercised
a
rather
unpleasant
hold
over
Steff
's
mind
,
which
was
in
all
other
ways
practical
and
hardheaded
.
She
had
found
Steff
's
vulnerable
spot
,
a
mental
Achilles
'
heel
.
Nor
was
Steff
the
only
one
in
town
who
was
fascinated
by
Mrs.
Carmody
's
gothic
pronouncements
and
folk
remedies
(
which
were
always
prescribed
in
God
's
name
)
.
Stump-water
would
take
off
bruises
if
your
husband
was
the
sort
who
got
a
bit
too
free
with
his
fists
after
three
drinks
.
You
could
tell
what
kind
of
a
winter
was
coming
by
counting
the
rings
on
the
caterpillars
in
June
or
by
measuring
the
thickness
of
August
honeycomb
.
And
now
,
good
God
protect
and
preserve
us
,
THE
BLACK
SPRING
OF
1888
(
add
your
own
exclamation
points
,
as
many
as
you
think
it
deserves
)
.
I
had
also
heard
the
story
.
It
's
one
they
like
to
pass
around
up
here-if
the
spring
is
cold
enough
,
the
ice
on
the
lakes
will
eventually
turn
as
black
as
a
rotted
tooth
.
It
's
rare
,
but
hardly
a
once-in-a-century
occurrence
.
They
like
to
pass
it
around
,
but
I
doubt
that
many
could
pass
it
around
with
as
much
conviction
as
Mrs.
Carmody
.
"
We
had
a
hard
winter
and
a
late
spring
,
"
I
said
.
"
Now
we
're
having
a
hot
summer
.
And
we
had
a
storm
but
it
's
over
.
You
're
not
acting
like
yourself
,
Stephanie
.
"
