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Dressed for sleep now, she sits in the family room in
a stuffed chair of bright green plaid still protected by
plastic. What the doctor ordered to ease her heart is on
a table beside her, a new table that happens to be an
imitation of a two-hundred-year-old table in Mrs.
Vincent Canopy's living room.
John Haig's house sits there and Judith Haig sits in
it. She sits next to an oversized picture window that
pictures now only that it is midnight. She is waiting for
the glass to shatter and the dogs to leap through the
jagged hole.
chapter 11
At 1:00 A.M. Sammy Smalter was awake, typing.
Polly Hedgerow was awake, studying her American
history notebook with a flashlight propped under her
chin and a pillow propped under her neck. Tracy
Canopy was awake, reading Poetry Sucks!, a
collection of poems by Richard Rage.
Beanie Abernathy was awake, driving in silent,
scared faith toward New York City and away from her
past. Beside her, Richard Rage was even more awake