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"
Get
them
both
!
"
Mrs.
Carmody
screamed
.
"
Get
his
whore
,
too
"
She
was
an
apocalypse
of
yellow
and
dark
joy
.
Her
purse
was
still
over
her
arm
.
She
began
to
jump
up
and
down
.
"
Get
the
boy
,
get
the
whore
,
get
them
both
,
get
them
all
,
get
-
"
A
single
sharp
report
rang
out
.
Everything
froze
,
as
if
we
were
a
classroom
full
of
unruly
children
and
the
teacher
had
just
stepped
back
in
and
shut
the
door
sharply
.
Myron
LaFleur
and
Mr.
McVey
stopped
where
they
were
,
about
ten
paces
away
.
Myron
looked
back
uncertainly
at
the
butcher
.
He
did
n't
look
back
or
even
seem
to
realize
that
LaFleur
was
there
.
Mr.
McVey
had
a
look
I
had
seen
on
too
many
other
faces
in
the
last
two
days
.
He
had
gone
over
.
His
mind
had
snapped
.
Myron
backed
up
,
staring
at
Ollie
Weeks
with
widening
,
fearful
eyes
.
His
backing-up
became
a
run
.
He
turned
the
corner
of
the
aisle
,
skidded
on
a
can
,
fell
down
,
scrambled
up
again
,
and
was
gone
.
Ollie
stood
in
the
classic
target
shooter
's
position
,
Amanda
's
gun
clasped
in
both
hands
.
Mrs.
Carmody
still
stood
at
the
head
of
the
checkout
lane
.
Both
of
her
liver-spotted
hands
were
clasped
over
her
stomach
.
Blood
poured
out
between
her
fingers
and
splashed
her
yellow
slacks
.
Her
mouth
opened
and
closed
.
Once
.
Twice
.
She
was
trying
to
talk
.
At
last
she
made
it
.
"
You
will
all
die
out
there
,
"
she
said
,
and
then
she
pitched
slowly
forward
.
Her
purse
slithered
off
her
arm
,
struck
the
floor
,
and
spilled
its
contents
.
A
paper-wrapped
tube
rolled
across
the
distance
between
us
and
struck
one
of
my
shoes
.
Without
thinking
,
I
bent
over
and
picked
it
up
.
It
was
a
half-used
package
of
Rolaids
.
I
threw
it
down
again
.
I
did
n't
want
to
touch
anything
that
belonged
to
her
.
The
"
congregation
"
was
backing
away
,
spreading
out
,
their
focus
broken
.
None
of
them
took
their
eyes
from
the
fallen
figure
and
the
dark
blood
spreading
out
from
beneath
her
body
.
"
You
murdered
her
!
"
someone
cried
out
in
fear
and
anger
.
But
no
one
pointed
out
that
she
had
been
planning
something
similar
for
my
son
.
