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"
She
serves
the
Foul
One
!
"
Mrs.
Carmody
screamed
.
A
jittery
smile
hung
on
her
face
.
"
Who
did
you
sleep
with
last
night
,
missus
?
Who
did
you
lie
down
with
last
night
?
Mother
Carmody
sees
,
oh
yes
,
Mother
Carmody
sees
what
others
miss
.
"
But
the
moment
's
spell
she
had
created
was
broken
,
and
Amanda
's
eyes
never
wavered
.
"
Are
we
going
or
are
we
going
to
stand
here
all
day
?
"
Mrs.
Reppler
asked
.
And
we
went
.
God
help
us
,
we
went
.
Dan
Miller
was
in
the
lead
.
Ollie
came
second
,
I
was
last
,
with
Mrs.
Reppler
in
front
of
me
.
I
was
as
scared
as
I
've
ever
been
,
I
think
,
and
the
hand
wrapped
around
my
broom
handle
was
sweaty-slick
.
There
was
that
thin
,
acrid
,
and
unnatural
smell
of
the
mist
.
By
the
time
I
got
out
the
door
,
Miller
and
Ollie
had
already
faded
into
it
,
and
Hatlen
,
who
was
third
,
was
nearly
out
of
sight
.
Only
twenty
feet
,
I
kept
telling
myself
.
Only
twenty
feet
.
Mrs.
Reppler
walked
slowly
and
firmly
ahead
of
me
,
her
tennis
racket
swinging
lightly
from
her
right
hand
.
To
our
left
was
a
red
cinderblock
wall
.
To
our
right
the
first
rank
of
cars
,
looming
out
of
the
the
mist
like
ghost
ships
.
Another
trash
barrel
materialized
out
of
the
whiteness
,
and
beyond
that
was
a
bench
where
people
sometimes
sat
to
wait
their
turn
at
the
pay
phone
.
Only
twenty
feet
,
Miller
's
probably
the
"
by
now
,
twenty
feet
is
only
ten
or
twelve
paces
,
so
"
Oh
my
God
!
"
Miller
screamed
.
"
Oh
dear
sweet
God
,
look
at
this
!
"
Miller
had
gotten
there
,
all
right
.
