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through its glass dome, she had fallen, stained clean,
down into life.
Her hands resting on the scarf—her colors, worn
on the arm of the stranger who had gone into battle her
liege man—Judith Haig closed her eyes and fell asleep.
chapter 66
Judith and Maynard and Chin Lam slept. But it was
not yet midnight on Saturday night, and most people, to
whom what had happened to Judith Haig was just a
story, were still awake.
At night when the gusty flotsam of life had settled,
and the ghosts of the day sprang up grinning in the
windows unseen, the readers of Dingley Falls read on.
They read not merely to keep their eyes lowered so that
they wouldn't see the goblins, not even if they thought of
themselves as refugees from their own lives, or thought
of their books as evacuation routes. As did A.A.
Hayes, who had fallen asleep in his armchair finally, with
one of Ben Rough's little escapist mysteries beside him,
with melted ice from his glass spilling into the rug as his
hand relaxed, and around him on the walls the signed