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Vietnamese girl lay curled on her side in motionless
sleep, Night, the black German shepherd, raised his
head from his paws. "Shhhh,"
Miss Lattice told him. "Let her sleep. Want
something to eat? Food, Night? Come on." The dog
stood, stretched, jumped to the floor.
Chin Lam drew herself into a tighter circle.
No, no excuse for me, thought Miss Lattice. When
I think of that child. The things she told me! The things
that she has seen and gone through, and still going
through now. Padding down the stairs behind her, Night
followed the small woman into her kitchen, where she
fed him the ground beef she'd planned to cook for
dinner tomorrow. He devoured it in seconds. When he
whined for more, she gave him a pork chop.
Her arms crossed over her bathrobe, her hands
resting on her shoulders, she watched the dog snap a
bone in two. Then all at once he tensed to sounds she
couldn't hear but which she instantly assumed were
those of another dog come to dig up the grave of
Scheherazade. Unable to see anything from the
window, she took back out of the closet a red leather