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Unformatted text preview: u?" She went past him and peered through the glass, through the slats. Then she shook her head. "You didn't see who it was, did you?" He had half a mind to go out there, charging through the garden, and around the block, to accost whatever strangers he might find, to search up Chestnut Street and down First until he found some suspicious person. "My hammer, I need it," he said. "Your hammer?" "I don't use a gun, honey. My hammer's always been good enough." He went to the hall closet. "Michael, the person's long gone. He was gone when I woke up. I heard him running away. I don't think ... I don't know that he knew there was anyone in here." He came back. Something white was shining on the dark carpet. Her ribbon. He picked it up and absently she took it from him and fixed it in her hair with no need of a mirror. "I've got to go," she said. "I gotta go see my mother, CeeCee, I should have gone before now. She's probably scared to death that she's in a hospital." "You didn't see anything at all?" he said. He followed her out and down the hall. "I caught that scent," she said. "I think it...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
- Spring '10