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Cornell
was
backing
slowly
toward
the
market
,
his
eyes
as
big
as
dinner
plates
behind
his
specs
.
Abruptly
he
turned
and
ran
.
He
clawed
the
IN
door
open
and
ran
inside
.
The
split
in
my
mind
closed
as
Mrs.
Reppler
stepped
briskly
forward
and
slapped
Amanda
,
first
forehand
,
then
backhand
.
Amanda
stopped
screaming
.
I
went
to
her
,
spun
her
around
to
face
the
Scout
,
and
screamed
"
GO
!
"
into
her
face
.
She
went
.
Mrs.
Reppler
brushed
past
me
.
She
pushed
Amanda
into
the
Scout
's
back
seat
,
got
in
after
her
,
and
slammed
the
door
shut
.
I
yanked
Billy
loose
and
threw
him
in
.
As
I
climbed
in
myself
,
one
of
those
spider
threads
drifted
down
and
lit
on
my
ankle
.
It
burned
the
way
a
fishing
line
pulled
rapidly
through
your
closed
fist
will
burn
.
And
it
was
strong
.
I
gave
my
foot
a
hard
yank
and
it
broke
.
I
slipped
in
behind
the
wheel
.
"
Shut
it
,
oh
shut
the
door
,
dear
God
!
"
Amanda
screamed
I
shut
the
door
.
A
bare
instant
later
,
one
of
the
spiders
thumped
softly
against
it
.
I
was
only
inches
from
it
's
red
,
viciously
stupid
eyes
.
Its
legs
,
each
as
thick
as
my
wrist
,
slipped
back
and
forth
across
the
square
bonnet
.
Amanda
screamed
ceaselessly
,
like
a
firebell
.
"
Woman
,
shut
your
head
,
"
Mrs.
Reppler
told
her
.
The
spider
gave
up
.
It
could
not
smell
us
,
ergo
we
were
no
longer
there
.
It
strutted
back
into
the
mist
on
its
unsettling
number
of
legs
,
became
a
phantasm
,
and
then
was
gone
.
I
looked
out
the
window
to
make
sure
it
was
gone
and
then
opened
the
door
.
