G
a
rre
t
t
tapp
e
d
the
win
d
o
w.
S
o
m
e
thing
in
h
i
m
t
o
ld him
to
s
t
o
p
bu
t
it
was
make his p
re
s
e
n
c
e
k
n
o
wn
o
r
g
o
o
v
e
r
th
er
e
and
r
ip
that man
t
o
little
b
l
o
o
d
y
sh
red
s.
T
h
at
was
the kind
o
f
m
oo
d
he
was in.
K
e
vin
d
i
d
n
’
t
h
e
ar
h
im.
He
s
t
o
mp
e
d
o
n
t
o
L
iv
’
s
p
o
r
ch
a
nd
Pe
pp
er
,
the
n
e
igh
b
o
r’
s
d
o
g,
w
e
nt
wil
d
,
h
o
wling
a
nd
b
a
r
king.
Bu
t
n
o
o
ne
was
h
o
me at
the
Pe
t
e
r
s
o
ns’
t
o
h
e
a
r
. K
e
vin
kick
e
d
the
br
ass
kick-plate
at
the
b
o
t
t
o
m
o
f
h
e
r
do
o
r
,
hamm
er
ing
with
his
fists. He
d
i
d
n
’
t
y
e
ll
th
o
u
gh.
T
h
at
w
o
u
ld
c
re
ate
t
o
o
m
u
ch
o
f
a
sp
e
ctacle
and
m
e
n
l
ike
that w
er
e
all a
b
o
u
t fly
i
ng
u
n
de
r
the
r
a
d
a
r
.
G
a
rre
t
t
f
e
lt
h
is
o
wn
a
ng
e
r
c
l
o
ggi
n
g
u
p
h
i
s
ch
e
st,
his th
r
o
at,
m
udd
ying
his h
e
a
d
.
He tapp
e
d
the
win
d
o
w
and
e
v
e
nt
u
ally
sta
r
t
e
d
slapping
with
the
flat
o
f
h
i
s
palm.
I
t
was
o
n
l
y
wh
e
n
the
o
th
e
r
man
s
t
o
pp
e
d
f
o
r
a
m
o
m
e
nt
that
he
h
e
a
r
d
the
n
o
w v
i
o
l
e
nt
smack, smack,
s
mack
o
f
fl
e
sh
o
n
g
lass.
K
e
vin
t
ur
n
e
d
and
G
a
rre
tt
g
la
re
d
at
him,
hand
s
t
ill
o
n the
chill
e
d
win
d
o
w.
K
e
vin
g
l
o
w
ered
,
st
o
mp
e
d
d
o
wn
the
st
e
ps,
sta
r
t
e
d
to
c
o
me
bu
t
ca
u
ght
s
o
m
e
thing
in
G
a
rre
tt
’
s
fac
e
. S
o
m
e
thing ma
d
e
h
im h
e
sitate
o
n the
far
si
d
e
o
f the
st
ree
t.
N
o
…
L
iv f
r
o
m
u
pstai
r
s.
He
h
e
a
r
d
K
e
lly
sta
r
t
d
o
wn the
hall f
r
o
m
the
g
ue
st
ro
o
m.
H
e
r
s
h
o
w
e
r
h
ad
bee
n
s
h
o
r
t and
p
er
f
u
n
c
t
o
r
y.
T
he
m
e
n
l
o
ck
e
d
e
y
e
s
and
G
a
rre
tt
f
e
lt
his
ang
er
,
a
fi
er
y
h
o
r
se
o
f
r
age
b
a
re
ly
t
e
th
e
r
e
d
b
y
the
re
ins
o
f
his
c
o
mm
o
n
s
e
ns
e
,
sta
r
t
t
o
bu
ck.
He gla
re
d
at
the
man,
h
o
ping
a
gainst h
o
pe
he
t
oo
k the
p
o
i
nt
a
nd
n
e
v
e
r
came
b
ack.
N
o
!
K
e
vin
t
o
o
k
o
ne m
o
r
e st
e
p,
st
o
pp
e
d and final
l
y
r
o
se
h
is
fi
n
g
er
s
i
n
the imitat
i
o
n
o
f
a g
u
n and
fi
red
.
T
h
e
n he
t
ur
n
e
d
and
walk
e
d
to
h
is t
ru
ck.
“
N
o
!
”
L
iv
sc
re
am
e
d
f
r
o
m
u
pstai
r
s
and
K
e
lly
call
e
d
him.
N
o
panic in
h
e
r
v
o
ice
bu
t c
o
nc
er
n.
“
C
o
ming,” he
said
s
o
ft
l
y
bu
t
he
k
n
e
w
K
e
lly w
o
u
ld
h
e
ar
him.
“
A
ss
h
o
l
e
,”
G
a
rre
tt
sai
d
, wa
t
ching K
e
vin
dr
ive
o
ff, still
d
o
ing
h
is
be
st
to
sta
r
e
h
im
d
o
wn. Wh
e
n he
t
ur
n
e
d
the
c
o
r
n
e
r
a
nd
was
g
o
n
e
, he
w
e
nt to
ch
e
ck
o
n
L
iv.
Pe
pp
e
r
had
st
o
pp
e
d
b
a
r
king.
*
*
*
*
*
P
o
w
e
r
L
iv
wasn
’
t
e
v
e
n
s
ur
e
she
was
sa
y
ing
it
al
o
u
d
u
ntil
h
e
r
b
o
d
y
j
er
k
e
d
i
n
sympathy with
the
c
r
y
that came
ou
t
o
f h
er
.
She
sat
st
r
aight
u
p,
the
no
d
ying
o
n h
e
r
lips.
H
e
r
e
y
e
s
d
i
d
n
’
t
want
to
cl
e
ar
bu
t
she ma
d
e
o
u
t
the la
r
ge
sha
d
o
w
o
f
s
o
m
e
o
n
e
—
G
a
rre
tt,
y
o
u can sm
e
ll
him—
c
o
mi
n
g
t
o
wa
r
d
h
er
.
H
is
han
d
s
w
er
e
o
n
h
e
r
and
h
i
s
v
o
ice was
s
o
ft
as
the
o
th
e
r
s
ha
d
o
w
m
o
v
e
d into
h
e
r
l
ine
o
f
sight.
T
he
w
o
man.
K
e
lly.
She
s
m
e
ll
e
d
o
f sympathy, wa
r
m cake
a
nd
w
o
rr
y
.
“
Ar
e
y
o
u
o
kay,
L
iv?
I
t
w
a
s a
dre
am.”
G
a
rre
t
t
’
s
v
o
ice
in h
e
r
e
a
r
.
L
iv sh
o
o
k
h
e
r
h
e
a
d
,
m
o
st
o
f
the
dre
am
had
fl
ed
,
m
o
st
o
f it
was g
o
n
e
.
J
u
st
a
s
t
icky
re
si
d
u
e
o
f
u
n
e
as
e
.
T
he l
o
u
d
b
ang
a
nd
a
pitch
e
d
v
i
si
o
n
and ha
r
d impact
and
ru
nning,
ru
nning,
ru
nning. She
sh
o
o
k h
e
r
h
e
ad
again l
i
ke
a
do
g shaki
n
g
o
ff wa
ter
.
G
a
rre
t
t
sat, the
be
d
sq
ue
aling
u
n
de
r
his w
e
ight. “What was it?”