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Waow
!
...
Waow
!
...
Waow
!
"
Church
?
"
she
asked
,
startled
and
puzzled
.
She
bent
forward
,
but
it
was
of
course
impossible
to
see
in
;
the
door
's
glass
panel
had
been
covered
with
a
neat
white
curtain
.
Norma
's
work
.
"
Church
,
is
that
you
?
"
Waow
!
Rachel
tried
the
door
.
It
was
unlocked
.
Church
was
there
,
sitting
in
the
hallway
with
its
tail
coiled
neatly
around
its
feet
.
The
cat
's
fur
was
streaked
with
something
dark
.
Mud
,
Rachel
thought
,
and
then
saw
that
the
beads
of
liquid
caught
in
Church
's
whispers
were
red
.
He
raised
one
paw
and
began
to
lick
it
,
his
eyes
never
leaving
her
face
.
"
Jud
?
"
she
called
out
,
really
alarmed
now
.
She
stepped
just
inside
the
door
.
The
house
gave
back
no
answer
,
only
silence
.
Rachel
tried
to
think
,
but
all
at
once
images
of
her
sister
Zelda
had
begun
to
creep
into
her
mind
,
blurring
thought
.
How
her
hands
had
twisted
.
How
she
used
to
slam
her
head
against
the
wall
sometimes
when
she
was
angry
--
the
paper
had
been
all
torn
there
,
the
plaster
beneath
torn
and
broken
.
This
was
no
time
to
think
of
Zelda
,
not
when
Jud
might
be
hurt
.
Suppose
he
had
fallen
down
?
He
was
an
old
man
.
Think
about
that
,
not
about
the
dreams
you
had
as
a
kid
,
dreams
of
opening
the
closet
and
having
Zelda
spring
out
at
you
with
her
blackened
,
grinning
face
,
dreams
of
being
in
the
bathtub
and
seeing
Zelda
's
eyes
peering
out
of
the
drain
,
dreams
ofZelda
lurking
in
the
basement
behind
the
furnace
,
dreams
--
