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obe into knot after knot.
"Listen, okay? I'm going to take these blankets,
okay?" He went back into the family room, then outside
again, then he came back.
They stood together in the hall by the open door.
"Listen, I covered things up, okay? And I took the keys
to that bike. Can you hear me?
Look here. Are you all right? Look here." He
shook her once by the shoulder. "Are you hurt bad?"
Finally she shook her head, still shivering, the click
of her teeth audible.
"Okay. Now, try not to freak. Just keep breathing.
Can you listen?" His frown was not as much angry as
very impatient; he spoke in a hurried seriousness. "I'm
going to call an ambulance to come get you, but then
I'm going to get out of here. I gotta find Chin."
Dizziness swam over her eyes as she caught at his
arm. But her hand slid on blood. Her eyelids started to
twitch; her eyes rolled upward.
"Hey, lady. Hang on. Don't bum out now. You hear
me?" He helped her into the living room but she pulled
away, shuddering, when he tried to seat her on the