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"
Who
would
you
want
to
take
?
"
"
Me
and
you
and
Billy
.
Hattie
Turman
.
Amanda
Dumfries
.
That
old
guy
Cornell
and
Mrs.
Reppler
.
Maybe
Bud
Brown
too
.
That
's
eight
,
but
Billy
can
sit
on
someone
's
lap
and
we
can
all
squash
together
.
"
He
thought
it
over
.
"
All
right
,
"
he
said
finally
.
"
We
'll
try
.
Have
you
mentioned
this
to
anyone
else
?
"
"
No
,
not
yet
.
"
"
My
advice
would
be
not
to
,
not
until
about
four
tomorrow
morning
.
I
'll
put
a
couple
of
bags
of
groceries
under
the
checkout
nearest
the
door
.
If
we
're
lucky
we
can
squeak
out
before
anyone
knows
what
's
happening
.
"
His
eyes
drifted
to
Mrs.
Carmody
again
.
"
If
she
knew
,
she
might
try
to
stop
us
.
"
"
You
think
so
?
"
Ollie
got
another
beer
.
"
I
think
so
,
"
he
said
.
That
afternoon-yesterday
afternoon-passed
in
a
kind
of
slow
motion
.
Darkness
crept
in
,
turning
the
fog
to
that
dull
chrome
color
again
.
What
world
was
left
outside
slowly
dissolved
to
black
by
eight-thirty
.
The
pink
bugs
returned
,
then
the
bird-things
,
swooping
into
the
windows
and
scooping
them
up
.
Something
roared
occasionally
from
the
dark
,
and
once
,
shortly
before
midnight
,
there
was
a
long
,
drawn-out
Aaaaarooooooo
!
that
caused
people
to
turn
toward
the
blackness
with
frightened
,
searching
faces
.
It
was
the
sort
of
sound
you
'd
imagine
a
bull
alligator
might
make
in
a
swamp
.
