Blood From a Stone (7 page)

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Authors: Cynthia Lucas


T
ha
t’
s
o
k
a
y
.
I

m
fi
ne.”

             

L
i
s
t
en,
I
k
now
y
ou
m
en
t
end
t
o
t
h
i
nk
e
v
e
r
y
t
h
i
ng
i
s
j
ust
as
sc
r
a
t
ch,
but
t
hat
dog
m
i
g
ht
be
s
i
ck
and
I
r
ea
ll
y
t
h
i
nk
y
ou
need
t
o
head
a
f
ew
b
l
oc
k
s
o
v
er
t
o
S
t
.
L
u
k
e

s
H
o
s
p
it
al
and
g
et
i
t
chec
k
ed
ou
t
.
A
t
l
east
g
et
a
t
e
t
anus sho
t
.
A
nd
y
ou
k
no
w
….a
lt
hou
g
h
w
e

d
li
k
e
t
o
hope
f
or
t
he
bes
t
,
i
t
m
i
g
ht
ha
v
e
r
ab
i
es.
Y
ou
r
ea
ll
y
can

t
t
a
k
e
any
chances
w
it
h
so
m
e
t
h
i
ng
li
k
e
t
ha
t
.”

S
he
s
t
a
r
ed
at
h
i
m
l
ong
and
ha
r
d
as
h
i
s
hand
con
ti
n
ued
t
o
s
tr
o
k
e
t
he
do
g

s
head.
T
he
an
i
m
al
s
til
l
had
f
oam and
b
l
ood on
it’
s
m
ou
t
h
and
y
et
i
t
see
m
ed
li
k
e
a
co
m
p
l
e
t
e
l
y
diff
e
r
ent dog
t
han
t
he one
t
he
y

d seen
fi
v
e
m
i
nu
t
es
ea
rli
e
r
.


H
ow
d
i
d
y
ou
D
O
t
ha
t
?”
H
er
e
y
es
w
e
r
e
s
til
l
w
i
de
w
it
h d
i
sbe
li
e
f
.

H
e s
m
il
ed at
her
and sh
r
u
gg
ed
li
g
h
tl
y
.

“I don

t
k
no
w
.”
S
a
m
son
r
ea
ll
y
m
eant
it
.
H
e
d
i
dn

t ac
t
ua
ll
y
k
now
w
hat
had
j
ust
happened.
N
o
t
h
i
ng
li
k
e
t
h
i
s
had e
v
er
happened
be
f
o
r
e
du
ri
ng an
Aw
a
k
en
i
n
g
,
but
he
fel
t so
m
e
t
h
i
n
g…a feeling he couldn’t quite describe
cou
r
s
i
ng 
t
h
r
ou
g
h
h
i
s
bo
d
y
w
hen
t
he
dog b
i
t
h
i
s
a
r
m
. When h
i
s
b
l
ood had s
t
a
r
t
e
d spu
rti
ng
fr
om
t
he
w
ound,
t
he
r
e
w
as
a
ti
n
g
l
e
and
a
j
o
l
t
of
e
l
ec
tri
c
it
y
and
t
hen…a
s
tr
an
g
e
ca
l
m
t
hat
ca
m
e
o
v
er
h
i
m and
t
hen
see
m
ed
t
o sp
r
ead
t
o
t
he dog
as
w
e
ll
.

A
t
hou
g
ht
occu
rr
ed
t
o
h
i
m
:
w
hat
i
f
t
he
dog ended
up
li
k
e
h
i
m
…a
g
a
r
g
o
y
l
e
m
u
t
t
or
so
m
e
t
h
i
n
g
? B
ut
t
hen he
su
p
posed
i
f
i
t
d
i
d,
m
a
y
be
i
t
w
as
be
tt
er
t
han
be
i
ng
hau
l
ed
a
w
a
y
,
t
h
r
o
w
n
i
n
a
ca
g
e
and
no
doubt
be
i
ng
m
i
s
tr
ea
t
ed
or
abused
i
n
t
he p
r
o
cess, on
l
y
t
o
t
hen be eu
t
han
i
z
ed.

“We
ll
…M
r
….
I

m so
rr
y   but 
I
d
i
dn

t  ca
t
ch 
y
our na
m
e.”
W
ill
ow
sa
i
d.
“We
r
ea
ll
y
shou
l
d
g
et
y
ou
t
o
S
t
.
L
u
k
e

s
and ca
l
l
an
i
m
al
con
tr
ol
t
oo.”
S
he pu
ll
ed out
her
ce
l
l
phone.

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