A
c
r
o
ss the
st
re
e
t,
h
is
bo
o
t
f
o
u
nd
the
r
ailing and
he
j
u
mp
e
d
t
o
the
ro
o
f
a
b
o
v
e
.
He
re
ally
h
o
p
e
d
he
was
o
n
the
m
o
n
e
y
with
th
i
s
o
r he
had
a
l
o
t
o
f
e
xplaining
t
o
d
o
.
G
a
rre
tt
d
i
d
n
’
t
t
ru
st
m
u
ch
in
his
life
r
ight
n
o
w
bu
t
he alwa
y
s
t
ru
st
e
d
his
i
n
stincts
a
b
o
ve anythi
n
g
e
ls
e
.
He
had
h
e
a
r
d
what
he
had
h
e
a
r
d
and
s
m
e
ll
e
d
what
he
had
sm
e
ll
ed
. “
A
nd
h
er
e
we
a
re
,”
he
said
and
d
iv
e
d
h
e
ad
fi
r
st th
r
o
u
gh the
win
d
o
w pan
e
.
Ch
r
ist. He
h
o
p
e
d
he
was
r
ight.
T
he
f
o
r
ce
ca
rr
i
e
d
him
d
o
wn
t
o
the
ha
rd
w
o
o
d
f
l
oo
r and he
g
r
a
bbe
d
the
plaid shi
r
t
o
f the
man
w
ho
was
h
o
l
d
ing
d
o
wn
the
w
o
man
he
had
sm
e
ll
ed
.
T
he
sm
e
ll
o
f f
e
ar
was thick and
sick
e
ning.
G
a
rre
tt
h
e
a
r
d
hims
e
lf
y
e
lli
n
g,
he
h
e
a
r
d
the
g
r
o
wl and
the
d
ang
e
r
in
h
is t
o
ne
and t
r
i
e
d
to
tamp
it
d
o
wn.
He
t
o
ss
e
d
a
nd
h
u
stl
e
d
a
nd
m
o
v
e
d
the
b
ig
man, g
r
o
wli
n
g
and
y
e
ll
i
ng
the
e
nti
r
e
tim
e
.
A
ll
the while in
the
b
ack
o
f
h
is
mind he
re
min
de
d hims
e
lf n
o
t
t
o
chang
e
.
D
o
n
o
t
t
ur
n,
man.
Do
n
o
t…
d
o
n
o
t.
T
h
e
y
’
ll
c
o
me
f
o
r
y
o
u
if
y
o
u
d
o
.
I
f
y
o
u’r
e
visi
b
l
e
.
I
f
y
o
u
e
nd
u
p in the
n
e
ws.
He
d
i
d
n
’
t
t
ur
n
bu
t
he q
u
ite
lit
er
ally
ch
u
ck
e
d
the
b
ig
man
d
o
wn
the flight
o
f
st
a
i
r
s and wa
t
ch
e
d
h
im
t
u
m
b
le
t
o
the
fa
de
d
Or
i
e
ntal
ca
r
p
e
t
be
l
o
w
o
n
the
fi
r
st
f
l
oo
r
.
T
he int
rud
e
r
st
o
o
d
,
re
a
r
ing
u
p
with
br
ava
d
o
and
b
l
u
ff.
“
C
o
me
b
ack and
I’
ll
ki
l
l y
o
u
,”
G
a
rre
tt
inf
o
r
m
e
d
h
im.
T
he
man y
e
ll
e
d
a
bu
nch
o
f ang
r
y
w
o
rd
s
that
ma
d
e
no
s
e
nse
to
G
a
rre
tt
be
ca
u
se
he c
o
u
ld
h
e
ar
h
e
r
c
r
ying.
T
he
gi
r
l
w
h
o
sm
e
ll
e
d
like
lav
e
n
de
r
a
nd
sm
e
ll
e
d
l
i
ke
bur
nt
hai
r
. He
t
ur
n
e
d
his
b
ack
o
n
the man,
u
naf
r
aid
o
f
what
he
t
h
o
u
ght
he c
o
u
ld
d
o
t
o
G
a
rre
tt
be
ca
u
s
e
G
a
rre
tt
kn
e
w
that
the
m
a
n
c
o
u
ld
re
ally
d
o
n
o
t
hing
at
all.
A
nd
if
he
s
h
o
w
e
d
the st
r
ang
e
r
what he
was, it
w
o
u
ld
e
nd
r
ight
th
ere
.
He
wa
l
k
e
d
s
o
ftly
so
he
w
o
u
l
d
n
’
t
sta
r
tle
h
er
.
Bu
t
she
still
b
ackp
ed
al
e
d
o
n
h
e
r
h
a
n
d
s and
f
ee
t
wh
e
n
he
e
nt
e
r
ed
.
H
e
r
b
ig
re
d
r
o
b
e
t
r
ipp
e
d
h
e
r
cl
u
msy
c
r
a
b
-
walk
u
p
and
s
he f
e
ll
o
n
h
e
r
bu
tt
with
a
sm
a
ll
c
r
y.
“
Y
o
u’re
…”
she sta
r
t
ed
.
I
t
was
l
o
st
in
s
o
bb
ing.
He c
o
u
ld s
e
e
h
e
r
han
d
s
shak
i
ng,
he c
o
u
ld
sm
e
ll
the
m
udd
y
y
e
ll
o
w
stink
o
f
m
e
nace
i
n
the
ro
o
m.
M
ay
b
e
he
w
o
u
l
d
n
’
t
h
a
ve
r
ap
e
d
h
e
r
bu
t
the
sm
e
ll
i
n
h
er
e
was v
er
y
cl
o
s
e
.
Bru
tality, c
rue
lty,
m
a
s
o
chism.
“
S
o
rr
y
to
b
a
r
ge
in,” he
la
u
gh
ed
,
t
r
ying
t
o
b
e
f
u
nny.
S
he
f
r
o
wn
e
d
a
nd
G
a
rre
tt
f
o
u
nd hims
e
lf mimicki
n
g h
e
r
e
xp
re
ssi
o
n.
“
Y
o
u
r
e
y
e
s
a
r
e
s
ilv
er
,”
she
said
in a small
v
o
ic
e
.
“
M
o
r
e
g
r
ay
i
sh-
b
l
u
e
o
n a c
l
o
ud
y
d
ay,” he
j
o
k
ed
, l
o
o
king aw
a
y q
u
ickly. “
N
o
.
T
h
e
y
’r
e
si
l
v
er
.
L
ike
c
o
ins.”