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Ollie
joined
us
.
We
ran
for
the
market
doors
,
the
threads
falling
all
around
us
.
One
lit
on
Mrs.
Reppler
's
marketing
basket
and
sank
into
the
canvas
side
.
She
tussled
grimly
for
what
was
hers
,
dragging
back
on
the
strap
with
both
hands
,
but
she
lost
it
.
It
went
bumping
off
into
the
mist
,
end
over
end
.
As
we
reached
the
IN
door
,
a
smaller
spider
,
no
bigger
than
a
cocker
spaniel
puppy
,
raced
out
of
the
fog
along
the
side
of
the
building
.
It
was
producing
no
webbing
;
perhaps
it
was
n't
mature
enough
to
do
so
.
As
Ollie
leaned
one
beefy
shoulder
against
the
door
so
Mrs.
Reppler
could
go
through
,
I
heaved
the
steel
bar
at
the
thing
like
a
javelin
and
impaled
it
.
It
writhed
madly
,
legs
scratching
at
the
air
,
and
its
red
eyes
seemed
to
find
mine
,
and
mark
me
...
"
David
!
"
Ollie
was
still
holding
the
door
.
I
ran
in
.
He
followed
me
.
Pallid
,
frightened
faces
stared
at
us
.
Seven
of
us
had
gone
out
.
Three
of
us
had
come
back
,
Ollie
leaned
against
the
heavy
glass
door
,
barrel
chest
heaving
.
He
began
to
reload
Amanda
's
gun
.
His
white
assistant
manager
's
shirt
was
plastered
to
his
body
,
and
large
gray
sweat-stains
had
crept
out
from
under
his
arms
.
"
What
?
"
someone
asked
in
a
low
,
hoarse
voice
.
"
Spiders
,
"
Mrs.
Reppler
answered
grimly
.
"
The
dirty
bastards
snatched
my
market
basket
.
"
Then
Billy
hurled
his
way
into
my
arms
,
crying
.
I
held
on
to
him
.
Tight
.
It
was
my
turn
to
sleep
,
and
for
four
hours
I
remember
nothing
at
all
.
Amanda
told
me
I
talked
a
lot
,
and
screarned
once
or
twice
,
but
I
remember
no
dreams
.
When
I
woke
up
it
was
afternoon
.
I
was
terribly
thirsty
.
Some
of
the
milk
had
gone
over
,
but
some
of
it
was
still
okay
.
I
drank
a
quart
.
