Lindy Briggsdidn't eat you alive, I see. Idropped the manuscript back on the table, but before I could re-anchorit, a furious gust of freezing air blew past me, lifting the pages andscattering them everywhere in a cyclone. When it was gone except for the taste of chocolate on mytongue and in my throat, I burst into tears. Above it, where the plaster started, therewere a number of bumper-stickers--Buddy's idea of decoration.
Now the real world had filled up with bewildering thickets,there were things with teeth in some of them, and the wardrobe waslocked against me. I was probably twenty feet out from theshore now. The big wind that had come up drove grit in their faces. Hel , no, I only want to talk to her.
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