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By
four-thirty
that
afternoon
the
sacks
of
fertilizer
and
lawn
food
were
in
place
and
the
big
windows
were
blocked
off
except
for
narrow
loopholes
.
A
watchman
had
been
placed
at
each
of
these
,
and
beside
each
watchman
was
a
tin
of
charcoal
lighter
fluid
with
the
top
cut
off
and
a
supply
of
mop-handle
torches
.
There
were
five
loopholes
,
and
Dan
Miller
had
arranged
a
rotation
of
sentries
for
each
one
.
When
four-thirty
came
around
,
I
was
sitting
on
a
pile
of
bags
at
one
of
the
loopholes
,
Billy
at
my
side
.
We
were
looking
out
into
the
mist
.
Just
beyond
the
window
was
a
red
bench
where
people
sometimes
waited
for
their
rides
with
their
groceries
beside
them
.
Beyond
that
was
the
parking
lot
.
The
mist
swirled
slowly
,
thick
and
heavy
.
There
was
moisture
in
it
,
but
how
dull
it
seemed
,
and
gloomy
just
looking
at
it
made
me
feel
gutless
and
lost
.
"
Daddy
,
do
you
know
what
's
happening
?
"
Billy
asked
.
"
No
,
hon
,
"
I
said
.
He
fell
silent
for
a
bit
,
looking
at
his
hands
,
which
lay
limply
in
the
lap
of
his
Tuffskin
jeans
.
"
Why
does
n't
somebody
come
and
rescue
us
?
"
he
asked
finally
.
"
The
State
Police
or
the
FBI
or
someone
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
.
"
"
Do
you
think
Mom
's
okay
?
"
"
Billy
,
I
just
do
n't
know
,
"
I
said
,
and
put
an
arm
around
him
.
"
I
want
her
awful
bad
,
"
Billy
said
,
struggling
with
tears
.
"
I
'm
sorry
about
the
times
I
was
bad
to
her
.
"
