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away. She had forced herself to walk there from the
Tea Shoppe. She wanted to find Chin Lam. For all her
thoughtfulness, she could not have told herself why.
Judith, because she was never insensitive to how
she felt, was not aware that she was far less sensitive to
what she felt, or why she felt it. But the desire had been
strong enough to overcome her terror of the place
where the dogs lived. Now one of them, with a
mammoth orange-brown head, lunged out at her as she
went carefully past him, but he was roped to a junked
car and jerked to a stop, whining.
Two strays had jumped to their feet and started to
trot toward her when a child running past kicked out at
them until they retreated.
The child ran on as if he had kicked out at air in a
dance. Mrs. Haig did not see Chin Lam or Night
anywhere in the area. It had been senseless to come.
From what was she trying to protect Chin? She should
leave. Coming from the trailers, she could hear the
noises of air conditioners and televisions and babies and
dishes, of men and women yelling angrily at children and
each other. She could smell cooking grease.