She held out thechocolate again, gooey Hershey's Kisses dripping through crumpled foil. kid at school and the bunch in the poolroom on 4 1/2Street and trips on the river with Alec and Janey. That weird phantom crying I'd heardwhen I first stepped into the place, although it seemed very distantnow, hadn't helped. Silence except for the cricketsand the far-off drone of a truck.
Anger may be a normal stage of the grieving process--I've read that itis--but I was never angry at Johanna in the wake of her death until theday I found that picture. The lake was very blue and the birchtrunks looked very white and the little leaves danced in the wind greenyel ow against the dark evergreens and the dark blue of the sky. hat most untrustworthy of creatures, an unmarriedwhite male of middle age, but Ki's been in two foster-home Isaw everything in the glow of the flashlight, which I had turned onwithout even realizing it, but at first I didn'
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