Speaker 1: Lily Madwip present, all the other kids in class start whispering,
Speaker 1: telling each other the same stories about me they tell
Speaker 1: each time my name gets called, as if everyone in
Speaker 1: the school doesn't already know them by heart. Lily Madwip,
Speaker 1: the one girl demolition crew, the girl who single handedly
Speaker 1: blew up her parents, then drove her foster family so
Speaker 1: insane they died in a murder suicide, seemingly unkillable. If
Speaker 1: she looks your way, you have to cross yourself or
Speaker 1: you'll die within a week, unless you're Hindu were Jewish.
Speaker 1: I kind of like that one. Sometimes I stare at
Speaker 1: the other kids in my class, just to watch their
Speaker 1: reaction when they realize it. Don't ask me how they
Speaker 1: came up with suicide for missus Lake's cause of death.
Speaker 1: I mean, the lady was missing several bits and had
Speaker 1: burned to death in a very localized fire that failed
Speaker 1: to touch most of the things around it. Besides, despite
Speaker 1: her eggy waffles, and she loved her husband very very much.
Speaker 1: From what I could tell, she definitely didn't deserve to
Speaker 1: be remembered as a murderer. I think anyone who really
Speaker 1: knew her knows it's not true. Last week, I sat
Speaker 1: down in a fairly bare looking room at the police
Speaker 1: station with Detective Guthrie, right after he'd finally got done
Speaker 1: listening to a doctor. Explained to him that the dog
Speaker 1: he killed had bones more like those of a human
Speaker 1: than a canine. He wanted me to go over the
Speaker 1: details of that day, the day Passion, Nathaniel and I
Speaker 1: sent Furfur back to Hell. I told him again how
Speaker 1: Missus Lake was possessed by a demon and an angel
Speaker 1: had burned her to drive the demon out. Of course,
Speaker 1: I continue to leave out the part about using my
Speaker 1: powers to slice her bits off. Pastor said it would
Speaker 1: be best to not include that. I agreed. Guthrie listened
Speaker 1: to me tell him everything, and then started writing on
Speaker 1: his little pad of paper he always keeps on him,
Speaker 1: mouthing the words spontaneous human combustion. I asked him with
Speaker 1: that mean. He said, it's where a person suddenly catches
Speaker 1: on fire for no apparent reason. I told him that
Speaker 1: when the Angel of Fire snaps his fingers, it's a
Speaker 1: pretty good reason to catch on fire. So to repeat
Speaker 1: what you just said, the archangel and Nathaniel descended from
Speaker 1: heaven into the Lake's bedroom, snapped his fingers and burned
Speaker 1: missus Lake alive, he asked me, and then tip of
Speaker 1: the hat flew back up to heaven. He put his
Speaker 1: hands together like a pair of wings and flapped them
Speaker 1: up toward the ceiling to represent this. No, Like I
Speaker 1: told you, he came in the front door, snapped his fingers,
Speaker 1: burned her alive, then went into the closet. Right into
Speaker 1: the closet, he said, in that condescending tone adults use,
Speaker 1: you know, the one where you're caught with your hand
Speaker 1: in the bowl of cookie dough that your mom was
Speaker 1: chilling in the refrigerator, and you tell them you thought
Speaker 1: you saw the chocolate chips trying to escape and was
Speaker 1: in the process of putting them back. Well, it wasn't
Speaker 1: a closet at the time. It was a portal to
Speaker 1: the other side, of course, it was at that point
Speaker 1: he sighed and turned, looking at the mirror in the
Speaker 1: room for a bit, and then shrugged and shook his head.
Speaker 1: I banged my fist on the table, which hurt because
Speaker 1: it was made of metal, and yelled at him. In
Speaker 1: his reflection, why do you act like you don't believe me? Huh, oh,
Speaker 1: Lily's just making up stories again. But then you stopped
Speaker 1: me on the sidewalk and ask me questions like I'm
Speaker 1: some sort of magic eight ball you can just shake
Speaker 1: and get the answers you want out of me. Hey, Lily,
Speaker 1: is my son going to join the baseball team? I
Speaker 1: shook an imaginary magic eight ball in my hands and
Speaker 1: pretended to look at it. Reply, Hey, is he Guthrie?
Speaker 1: Try again? Shake? Shake out? Look not so good or better? Yeah?
Speaker 1: How about No, he's not because he hates sports and
Speaker 1: he wishes you'd stop forcing them down his throat, but
Speaker 1: he's too scared of disappointing you to say it. We
Speaker 1: sat there in silence for a bit while Guthrie's face
Speaker 1: slowly descended from a smirk into a scowl. He's made
Speaker 1: angryish looking faces at me before, but this one was
Speaker 1: like someone was trying to hold back a really strong fart. Finally,
Speaker 1: he snapped, Lily, we've got an officer in the hospital
Speaker 1: who may never see again the mutilated bodies of your
Speaker 1: foster parents cooling in the morgue. My friend's body is
Speaker 1: down there with them, who I saw walking around and
Speaker 1: had a full conversation before he just dropped dead out
Speaker 1: of the blue. His autopsy later showed that he'd been
Speaker 1: dead for the better part of an hour at the time.
Speaker 1: Not to mention that bizarre mutation of a dog being dissected,
Speaker 1: and your explanation for everything involves mysticism, devil worship, angelic
Speaker 1: interference and magic. That's fine for a child, but we
Speaker 1: need hard evidence of what really transpired so these people's
Speaker 1: loved ones can have some closure. With that off his chest,
Speaker 1: he pulled something out of his little notepad and then
Speaker 1: slammed it shut. The notepad was very small, though, so
Speaker 1: it came off less dramatic than I think he wanted
Speaker 1: it to. One day, you're going to wake up and
Speaker 1: wish you had been honest so that these dead people
Speaker 1: could rest in peace. He slid the thing across the table.
Speaker 1: It was my Foyle charzyard, sealed in a little plastic case.
Speaker 1: Bart donated the protector from his baseball card collection, and
Speaker 1: then he left the room without a friendly wave goodbye.
Speaker 1: We haven't spoken since that day. I probably heard his
Speaker 1: feelings with the thing about his son. I don't care.
Speaker 1: Despite everything I've shown him. He picks and shooses what
Speaker 1: he wants to believe in what not to believe. I
Speaker 1: probably did his son Bart a favor by telling Guthrie
Speaker 1: he didn't like sports. Hey, I look up from doodling
Speaker 1: in my notebook. We're in the middle of a social
Speaker 1: studies class and the teachers talking about Eli Whitney and
Speaker 1: the Cotton Gin. I already know all about it, so
Speaker 1: instead I'm drawing a picture of my blue cat, dolf
Speaker 1: Freddy Lapel, the one I last saw Meredith in. I
Speaker 1: need to make some flyers and put them up after
Speaker 1: school in the hope that someone is seen her. The
Speaker 1: boy in front of me has turned around in his
Speaker 1: seat and is looking at me. He doesn't cross himself
Speaker 1: when I meet his gaze. Maybe he's been dared to
Speaker 1: see how long he can last staring into my soulless eyes.
Speaker 1: He's got shaggy blonde hair and freckles all over his
Speaker 1: nose and cheeks, and uh oh, here comes the info dump.
Speaker 1: His name is Ryan Blanchard. I already knew that, thanks brain. Also,
Speaker 1: he's got a little brother named Robbie and a much
Speaker 1: older sister named Rebecca. Apparently his parents have a thing
Speaker 1: for names that start with R. They also like to
Speaker 1: drop their three are children off at a summer camp
Speaker 1: every July and spend a week at a nudist colony.
Speaker 1: What I really didn't need to know about that? Come on, brain,
Speaker 1: give me a break. Don't tell Ryan this. Of course,
Speaker 1: poor kid doesn't need to know his parents let their
Speaker 1: dangly bits dangle while he's off weaving baskets and getting
Speaker 1: boison ivy, did you really fight off a serial killer?
Speaker 1: He whispers to me. I glanced to my right. The
Speaker 1: girl sitting there is bugging her eyes out at him.
Speaker 1: She sees me look and quickly crosses herself and looks
Speaker 1: back down at her history book. I don't tell her
Speaker 1: that she crossed herself the wrong way. You're supposed to
Speaker 1: go head, heart, shoulder, shoulder. She crossed her self shoulders first,
Speaker 1: then heart, then head. That doesn't mean anything. You're just
Speaker 1: waving your hand around. No, I whispered Oryan, looking back
Speaker 1: down at my drawing of the doll containing my best
Speaker 1: friend Meredith's ghost. I wish I'd brought a darker shade
Speaker 1: of blue marker with me to school. This one is
Speaker 1: robin egg blue, and it's way too light. Freddy lapel
Speaker 1: is royal blue. I just sat there and let him
Speaker 1: stab me. Oh. He turns away. Then he turns back
Speaker 1: and looks at my face again. This guy really isn't
Speaker 1: afraid to get cursed, I guess, or maybe he doesn't
Speaker 1: believe in curses. I stare at him with my soul
Speaker 1: sucking eyes. This is that how you got that scar?
Speaker 1: He asks, you know, like you do? I instinctively reach
Speaker 1: up and touch the scar on my cheek. I don't
Speaker 1: remember I have it half the time, but when I do,
Speaker 1: it starts to itch. No, I got this in a
Speaker 1: knife fight. Whoa. He turns back around in his seat,
Speaker 1: but I can still hear him whisper cool. Someone nearby
Speaker 1: gives a snort like they're trying to hide a laugh.
Speaker 1: I'm not sure if they're actually trying to hide it
Speaker 1: or they're trying to make it obvious that they're laughing,
Speaker 1: but in a way that they have plausible deniable later.
Speaker 1: Plausible deniability means being able to say you didn't do
Speaker 1: the things you did because you do them in a
Speaker 1: way that nobody can prove it, Like when Roger would
Speaker 1: take my hand in the back seat of the car
Speaker 1: on road trips and make me hit myself with this
Speaker 1: so he could deny hitting me because she was doing
Speaker 1: it to herself. Just ask her. Well, yeah, getting in
Speaker 1: a knife fight real cool. I'll be sure to thank
Speaker 1: Lisa Welch for making me cool if I ever see
Speaker 1: her again. I hope I never see her again. I
Speaker 1: hope she slips on a banana peel and falls down
Speaker 1: the stairs, breaking in every bone as she goes. I
Speaker 1: hope her bones heal funny and she looks all crooked
Speaker 1: and bent. Because daddy's a dentist, is not a bone doctor,
Speaker 1: that he'll wish he'd gone to bone school. Then I
Speaker 1: finished drawing Meredith Stall prison badly. I should add and
Speaker 1: write have you seen this toy? Call and ask for Lilian,
Speaker 1: along with the phone number for the Foster Care Center.
Speaker 1: One poster down, ninety nine more to go. There's a
Speaker 1: photocopy machine at the Winslow Library that costs ten cents
Speaker 1: a copy. I've got ten dollars in my shoe that
Speaker 1: my care worker, Miss Darcy, gave me for lunch for
Speaker 1: the week. Ten dollars can make a hundred copies. Cafeteria
Speaker 1: food tastes like garbage anyway, Maybe it is garbage. I
Speaker 1: don't know. I'll be honest, I don't really eat the
Speaker 1: cafeteria food because everyone else does. It tastes like garbage,
Speaker 1: and I don't want to taste garbage. For all I know,
Speaker 1: it could be really freaking delicious, and they just say
Speaker 1: it tastes like garbage, so there's more for them Anyway,
Speaker 1: I got ten dollars in my shoe. Freckle faced Ryan
Speaker 1: Blanchard turns around again his seat. I see the teacher,
Speaker 1: mister Cromby give him a glare. Mister Cromby is well
Speaker 1: aware of how much every student in his class is
Speaker 1: paying attention, except for me, that is. He thinks I'm
Speaker 1: taking notes when I'm really just making posters to find
Speaker 1: my lost cat doll with the ghost trapped in it.
Speaker 1: Ryan has approximately ten seconds to ask whatever the hell
Speaker 1: it is he's going to ask me this time, and
Speaker 1: then mister Cromby is going to check a piece of
Speaker 1: chalk at him and tell him to turn around. Mister
Speaker 1: Cromby has really good aim too. He was the pitcher
Speaker 1: for his high school baseball team back in the sixties,
Speaker 1: but he got his sweetheart pregnant. Oh stop it, brain, Hey,
Speaker 1: that's a great drawing, Ryan says about my shitty drawing.
Speaker 1: Can I get a copy. I'll put it up in
Speaker 1: my neighborhood for you. Really, I ask, cross my heart
Speaker 1: and hope to die. He crosses his heart. I don't
Speaker 1: think he hopes to die, though, sure. I tear the
Speaker 1: paper out of my notebook and hand it to him.
Speaker 1: I'll draw a better one for the copy machine. Thanks.
Speaker 1: He turns back around just as mister Crombie's clenching his
Speaker 1: talk piece in a planned attack. Instead of throwing it,
Speaker 1: he points it at Ryan and gives him a look
Speaker 1: that says, do that one more time and they'll be
Speaker 1: pulling this truk out of your skull down at the Morgue.
Speaker 1: From what Guthrie told me, he'll have good company. At least.
Speaker 1: I spend lunch recreating the missing Doll poster. I still
Speaker 1: don't have a good blue marker, so Freddy Lapel continues
Speaker 1: to be poorly represented, but the gist of what he
Speaker 1: looks like is clear enough. I think should I add
Speaker 1: a reward, people might be more inclined to return a
Speaker 1: missing cat doll if there's the promise of a reward.
Speaker 1: The only thing is I don't have any money, except
Speaker 1: when Miss Darcy gives me. I know I have some
Speaker 1: sort of inheritance, but I don't have access to it
Speaker 1: until I reach a certain age. When I stop by
Speaker 1: my locker later the drawing, I let Ryan take his
Speaker 1: tape to it. Someone has written call Lily Madwick for
Speaker 1: hot sex and witch curses in sloppy red handwriting, placing
Speaker 1: the part of the poster about the missing doll. Ugh.
Speaker 1: They drew over my crappy drawing freddy lapel with a
Speaker 1: permanent marker to make it look like your classic representation
Speaker 1: of a witch in black with a point he had
Speaker 1: in broom. Also, it smells faintly like someone use the
Speaker 1: drawing to wipe their butt. I can't imagine that they
Speaker 1: would actually do that, since the paper would not be
Speaker 1: the least bit comfortable, but there's definitely a toilet smell.
Speaker 1: A bunch of kids snicker and laugh when they see
Speaker 1: ME find the paper. Ryan is there. He gets a
Speaker 1: high five from another kid named Preston, whose family owns
Speaker 1: a car dealership. There's a couple kids who don't look
Speaker 1: happy about this prank, but I know they'll never say anything.
Speaker 1: None of them want to become the next target for
Speaker 1: kids like Ryan and Preston. And if you are afraid
Speaker 1: of me is evident by the way they turn around
Speaker 1: and cross themselves when they see me looking at them.
Speaker 1: I don't react. I just tear the drawing down and
Speaker 1: wad it up to throw away. People like Ryan want
Speaker 1: you to react. They want to see you get mad
Speaker 1: or cry. The best way to get them to stop
Speaker 1: is to not give them what they want. Of course,
Speaker 1: as soon as everyone turns away to go back to
Speaker 1: pretending I don't exist, I take my right pinky, and
Speaker 1: with careful precision, I cut the veil right where the
Speaker 1: butt of Ryan's pants are. I've been practicing the ability
Speaker 1: whenever I'm not at the center where I'm staying, so
Speaker 1: Pastor doesn't find out it took days to figure out
Speaker 1: how to control exactly where the cut was happening. If
Speaker 1: I'd done this on my first day, I might have
Speaker 1: very well dissected Ryan's intestines or something. But instead I
Speaker 1: just split the seam in his pants. He reaches back
Speaker 1: immediately feeling his pants split. I might have nicked his
Speaker 1: butt cheek too, but oh well, Nobody notices his face
Speaker 1: turned bright red when he realizes his pants are split
Speaker 1: up the butt crack. He looks around horrified, afraid someone
Speaker 1: will notice and laugh at him. He sees me looking back.
Speaker 1: I raise an eyebrow at him, then turn shut my
Speaker 1: locker and walk away. He's not going to know what
Speaker 1: to think. Did I make it happen? How could I have?
Speaker 1: I was across the hall, nowhere near him. Did I
Speaker 1: curse him? Yes, that's the conclusion he'll probably reach, but
Speaker 1: he won't call me out on it because that'll just
Speaker 1: draw attention to his plight, And right now he's got
Speaker 1: three more classes to get through while trying to make
Speaker 1: sure nobody realizes what's happened. Sucks to be you, Ryan.
Speaker 1: I won't give you what you want from me, but
Speaker 1: I hope your butt enjoys a breath of fresh air
Speaker 1: for the next couple hours. Jerk. After school, I returned
Speaker 1: to the center and pick up Passion. We go to
Speaker 1: the library together. I have to sign out where I'm
Speaker 1: going so they know where I am. It's a dumb
Speaker 1: role because I could write that I'm in the library,
Speaker 1: but really be in some alley doing drugs or robbing
Speaker 1: a bank. Not in the alley, I'd have to go
Speaker 1: to a bank to do that. Ali is for drugs,
Speaker 1: bank is for robbing anyway. It only matters if they
Speaker 1: go looking for you for some reason, and nobody at
Speaker 1: the center cares enough to go looking for me. There's
Speaker 1: a familiar looking bicycle chained outside the library. When I
Speaker 1: get there, recognize it as I've borrowed it a number
Speaker 1: of times. It belongs to Jamal. I was ready to
Speaker 1: handle more school bullies, maybe a child stabber or too,
Speaker 1: but not Jamal. What do I say to him? Sorry, Jamal,
Speaker 1: I didn't want to punch you, but a demon was
Speaker 1: possessing me at the time, and if I hadn't done that,
Speaker 1: he might have killed you instead. That's actually not bad,
Speaker 1: and it's true. I can't lie to Jamal. I mean
Speaker 1: I can, I've done it a number of times. But
Speaker 1: I can't lie to Jamal now because I feel awful
Speaker 1: about punching him. You don't start an apology with lies.
Speaker 1: Maybe I can just avoid running into him altogether. As
Speaker 1: I approached the library's front door, someone comes walking out backward,
Speaker 1: pushing the door open with their butt because they've got
Speaker 1: a bunch of books in their hands. And of course
Speaker 1: it's Jamal. He looks right at me. Crap. He doesn't
Speaker 1: say a just walks over to his bicycle and puts
Speaker 1: the books in a backpack hanging off the rungs. Leave
Speaker 1: it to Jamal to lock a bike, but leave the
Speaker 1: backpack where anybody can snatch it. He's such a goof sometimes.
Speaker 1: After emptying his hands, he turns toward me, still not
Speaker 1: saying a word, and walks right up to me, just
Speaker 1: staring me in the face. Jamal, he throws his arms up.
Speaker 1: I flinch, thinking he's going to punch me. Instead, he
Speaker 1: wraps them around me and hugs me tight. I go
Speaker 1: well stiff, because maybe he's planning on crushing me in
Speaker 1: some sort of bear hug embrace smooth. If you go stiff,
Speaker 1: then when they squeeze, you can go slack and slide
Speaker 1: right out of their arms. I imagine it works less
Speaker 1: well on actual bears. I'm glad you're okay. He digs
Speaker 1: his chin into my shoulder. I reach up and pat
Speaker 1: him on the back because I'm not sure what else
Speaker 1: to do. After a moment, he puts his hands on
Speaker 1: my shoulders and holds me at a distance, like my
Speaker 1: nana used to do when she was sizing me up.
Speaker 1: The let me look at you, Oh my, look how
Speaker 1: you've grown maneuver. Jamal smiles for a second, but then
Speaker 1: turns serious. I heard about what happened with that crazy
Speaker 1: guy who tried.
Speaker 2: To kill you.
Speaker 1: I wanted to visit you in the hospital, but he
Speaker 1: looks away. He doesn't have to say why he didn't.
Speaker 1: His father wouldn't let him. He doesn't like me. I
Speaker 1: can't blame him. I don't like myself a lot of
Speaker 1: the time. And I'd punched his son. Punch somebody's kid,
Speaker 1: and they aren't too keen on letting that kid around
Speaker 1: you again. And the younger the kid, the more likely
Speaker 1: they are to keep you apart. The same goes for
Speaker 1: old people. The older they are the worse off for
Speaker 1: anyone who punches them. It's like there's some age somewhere
Speaker 1: between being a baby and being a dusty old mummy
Speaker 1: where it's perfectly all right to punch that person, but
Speaker 1: leading up to it and away from it, things get
Speaker 1: progressively worse for you if you do it, unless you're
Speaker 1: a real little kid who doesn't know this weird punching
Speaker 1: people rule. Then you just get scolded and told not
Speaker 1: to do it again. That's your one time free punch
Speaker 1: of pretty much anybody. I highly suggest spending it before
Speaker 1: you reach six years old, because that's about the time
Speaker 1: free punch goes away, and you're expected to know not
Speaker 1: to do it, even if you haven't yet. But still
Speaker 1: don't punch babies. That's never okay. I thought you'd be
Speaker 1: mad at me, I say, examining my shoes, I'm not
Speaker 1: really looking at them for any reason except that I
Speaker 1: can't look him in the eyes. Checking my shoes for
Speaker 1: dirt or stuff is a good excuse for looking down,
Speaker 1: you know, for hitting you. He puts a hand on
Speaker 1: his chin and pretends to adjust his draw Was that you?
Speaker 1: I thought that was someone else pretending to be you.
Speaker 1: Why are you being so calm about this? I said
Speaker 1: awful things, and then I punched you. We look at
Speaker 1: each other for a moment. Then I turned back to
Speaker 1: my shoes. They have little sparkly stars on the laces.
Speaker 1: You can only tell when the sun hits them just
Speaker 1: right or a strong flashlight. They actually glow in the
Speaker 1: dark too. The stars do not those shoelaces. I figure
Speaker 1: it must be for when you're trying to find your
Speaker 1: shoes in the dark. Did you mean them the things
Speaker 1: you said and the punch, Did you mean that, he
Speaker 1: asks pastors looking up at me. He hasn't said anything,
Speaker 1: just hanging from my hand and listening. Maybe he's not
Speaker 1: there again, but I have this feeling in my gut
Speaker 1: that he is and he's watching. No, I say, finally,
Speaker 1: that wasn't me. I don't tell him that the words
Speaker 1: were fur first, nor that the punching I did only
Speaker 1: because I was afraid that if I didn't Furfur would
Speaker 1: hurt him worse. Jamal believes me when I tell him
Speaker 1: about things, But would he believe me that I was possessed?
Speaker 1: Sometimes people say and do things they don't mean when
Speaker 1: they're hurting inside. He says, like he's a sage on
Speaker 1: a mountaintop passing down wisdom to a weary traveler. They
Speaker 1: already feel bad when someone hurts you. You can either
Speaker 1: hold a grudge and let it continue hurting, or you
Speaker 1: can forgive them and help them heal. I vote for
Speaker 1: holding the grudge. After all, Splitting Ryan Blanchard's pants in
Speaker 1: the middle of the school was very satisfying. Maybe tomorrow
Speaker 1: I'll help him heal, but not today. He squeezes my shoulder.
Speaker 1: You've had so much awful stuff happen to you. Enough
Speaker 1: to drown an adult, and you're only what eleven I
Speaker 1: forget when your birthday is. I'm sorry anyway, you and me,
Speaker 1: we should be going to school, playing outside, reading comic books,
Speaker 1: catching fireflies, digging up worms, and going down to the
Speaker 1: brook to fish with our parents, not visiting their graves
Speaker 1: and hiding from serial killers. He pauses to let his
Speaker 1: words sink in. Someday he'll be a great public speaker
Speaker 1: and give lots of speeches. You aren't the cause of
Speaker 1: these things, Lily, this is happening to you. What kind
Speaker 1: of friend would I be if I can't take a
Speaker 1: hit when you're at your lowest? He leaves after that.
Speaker 1: I don't watch him go because my eyes are kind
Speaker 1: of blurry and watery, but I hear the clickety clack
Speaker 1: of his bicycle chain as he pedals away. I just
Speaker 1: stare down at the ground and my glow in the
Speaker 1: dark shoelaces and watch a tear fall onto the tongue
Speaker 1: of my shoe. Pastor still doesn't say anything. Did you
Speaker 1: feed him all that? To say? I ask? Finally, Pastor
Speaker 1: makes a chuckling snort. No, that's just who he is.
Speaker 1: I slide my backpack off my shoulder and pull out
Speaker 1: the shitty drawing of Freddy lapel that I made to
Speaker 1: replace the worst one that Ryan ruined at school. Will
Speaker 1: we find Meredith? If we do, I can't see it happening.
Speaker 1: I've tried and tried to focus, but the future is fuzzy,
Speaker 1: like the higher channels on a TV without cable, a
Speaker 1: blurry picture that you can just make out bits and
Speaker 1: pieces of. Are you watching Flight of the Navigator or
Speaker 1: something inappropriate? You can't even tell. You just know that
Speaker 1: there's a sleek, silver looking thing flying around, and everything's
Speaker 1: tinted purple, and there's no sound, and when your parents
Speaker 1: catch you, you're going to be sent back to bed. Yes,
Speaker 1: Pastor says, Meredith's not gone, She's just hidden somewhere, and
Speaker 1: wherever that is, we will find it. I feel pretty
Speaker 1: certain you're not just saying that to make me feel better,
Speaker 1: are you, I ask him. I don't want any false hope.
Speaker 1: There's no such thing as false hope, Lily, there's just hope.
Speaker 1: I wipe my eyes with the back of my sleeve.
Speaker 1: I hope we find her. I hope so too. We
Speaker 1: walk into the Winslow Library together. Sean, the librarian smiles
Speaker 1: and waves from the card catalog, where he's helping a
Speaker 1: high school student named Francis find a book on the
Speaker 1: Peloponnesian War. Using the Dewey decimal system. He's going to
Speaker 1: get a B plus on the report, mostly for grammatical
Speaker 1: errors and a lack of specificity regarding the outcomes of
Speaker 1: the major battles. Oh, for the love of Pete, stop.
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