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<strong>The</strong>re was also a picture of a pair of kitsune statues, in their fox forms. Each had a front<br />
paw resting on a star ball.<br />
Three years ago, Meredith had fractured her leg when she was on a skiing trip with her<br />
cousins in the Blue Ridge Mountains. She had run straight into a small tree. No martial arts skills<br />
could save her at the last minute; she knew she was skiing off the groomed areas, where she could run<br />
into anything: powder, crud, or iced-over ruts. And, of course, trees. Lots of trees. She was an<br />
advanced skier, but she had been going too fast, looking in the wrong direction, and the next thing she<br />
knew, she was skiing into the tree instead of around it.<br />
Now she had the same sensation of waking up after a head-on into wood. <strong>The</strong> shock, the<br />
dizziness and nausea that were, initially, worse than the pain. Meredith could take pain. But the<br />
pounding in her head, the sickening awareness that she had made a big mistake and that she was going<br />
to have to pay for it were unbearable. Plus there was a curious horror about the knowledge that her<br />
own legs wouldn’t hold her up. Even the same useless questions ran through her subconscious, like:<br />
How could I be so stupid? Is this possibly a dream? and, Please, God, can I hit the Undo button?<br />
Meredith suddenly realized that she was being supported on either side by Mrs. Flowers<br />
and their sixteen-year-old, Ava Wakefield. <strong>The</strong> mobile was on the cement floor of the basement. She<br />
must have actually started to black out. Several of the younger kids were screaming Matt’s name.<br />
“No—I—I can stand up alone…” All she wanted in the world was to go into the<br />
darkness and get away from this horror. She wanted to let her legs go slack and her mind go blank, to<br />
flee…<br />
But she couldn’t run away. She had taken the stave; she had taken the Duty from her<br />
grandfather. Anything supernatural that was out to harm Fell’s Church on her watch was her problem.<br />
And the problem was that her watch never ended.<br />
Matt came clattering down the stairs, carrying their seven-year-old, Hailey, who<br />
continually shook with petit mal seizures.<br />
“Meredith!” She could hear the incredulity in his voice. “What is it? What did you find,<br />
for God’s sake?”<br />
“Come…look.” Meredith was remembering detail after detail that should have set off<br />
warning bells in her mind. Matt was somehow already beside her, even as she remembered Bonnie’s<br />
very first description of Isobel Saitou.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> quiet type. Hard to get to know. Shy. And…nice.”<br />
And that first visit to the Saitou house. <strong>The</strong> horror that quiet, shy, nice Isobel Saitou had<br />
become: the Goddess of Piercing, blood and pus oozing from every hole. And when they had tried to<br />
carry dinner to her old, old grandmother, Meredith had noticed absently that Isobel’s room was right<br />
under the doll-like old lady’s. After seeing Isobel pierced and clearly unbalanced, Meredith had<br />
assumed that any evil influence must be trying to travel up, and had worried in the back of her mind<br />
about the poor, old, doll-sized grandmother. But the evil could just as easily have traveled down.<br />
Maybe Jim Bryce hadn’t given Isobel the malach madness after all. Maybe she had given it to him,<br />
and he had given it to Caroline and to his sister.<br />
And that children’s game! <strong>The</strong> cruel, cruel song that Obaasan—that Inari-Obaasan had<br />
crooned. “Fox and turtle had a race…” And her words: “<strong>The</strong>re’s a kitsune involved in this<br />
somewhere.” She’d been laughing at them, amusing herself! Come to that, it was from Inari-Obaasan<br />
that Meredith had first heard the word “kitsune.”<br />
And one more additional cruelty, that Meredith had only been able to excuse before by<br />
assuming Obaasan had very poor sight. That night, Meredith had had her back to the door and so had