R
e
stl
e
ss
He
f
e
lt
it
r
ight
u
n
de
r
h
i
s
s
kin
l
i
ke
mild
e
l
e
ct
r
icity.
T
he
re
stl
e
ssn
e
ss
zipp
e
d
a
nd zing
e
d
al
o
ng
h
is
a
r
ms
and
l
e
gs,
m
aking
him
shake
as
if
he c
o
u
ld
th
r
o
w
it
o
ff.
I
f
o
n
ly
it w
er
e
that
e
asy.
T
o
j
u
st
g
e
t
f
re
e
o
f
the
f
ee
ling
that alm
o
st
re
s
e
m
b
l
e
d
c
r
aving.
Bu
t
G
a
rre
t
t kn
e
w
it
w
a
sn
’
t
that
e
asy
a
nd
it
had tak
e
n
him
all
o
f
h
is
thi
r
ty-
o
ne y
e
a
r
s
to
g
e
t
to
the p
o
int
wh
er
e
it
was
as
mild as
a
c
r
aving.
O
nce
u
p
o
n
a
tim
e
,
it
had
bee
n
a
n
eed
.
I
t
had
bee
n
v
i
o
l
e
nt
and swift
and
s
avag
e
.
T
he cyclical
s
w
ee
p
o
f
his
nat
ur
al
de
si
re
s
had to
b
e manag
ed
,
a
s
all
ur
g
e
s
d
i
d
.
Bu
t
it
h
a
d
n
’
t
and h
er
e
he was,
two
d
a
y
s
f
r
o
m
the
f
u
ll
m
oo
n, w
o
n
der
ing
why he
f
e
lt
it
m
o
r
e
int
e
ns
e
ly
this m
o
nth. Why it
was so
o
v
er
p
o
w
er
ing. S
o
m
e
thing
was
c
o
ming,
int
u
iti
o
n
t
o
ld him
s
o
.
He
h
ad
u
s
e
d
h
i
s
e
xt
r
a
s
e
nse
l
o
ng
e
n
o
u
gh to
t
ru
st
it.
S
o
why was he
lying
t
o
hims
e
lf?
G
a
rre
t
t
s
h
o
o
k his
h
e
a
d
,
t
ur
n
e
d
h
i
s
car in
t
o
the
dr
iv
e
way
and c
u
t
the
e
ngin
e
.
“
N
o
t s
o
m
e
thing,
m
an.
S
o
m
e
o
n
e
,” he
s
aid
t
o
no
o
ne
a
nd
r
an a hand
th
r
o
u
gh h
i
s hai
r
.
I
t was shak
i
ng.
S
o
s
o
m
eo
ne
was c
o
ming and
he
was sca
red
.
T
his c
o
u
l
d
n
’
t
b
e
g
o
o
d
.
R
e
m
e
m
br
an
c
e
L
iv
sat
u
p
st
r
aight.
T
he
b
lank
e
ts
p
udd
l
e
d
a
r
o
u
nd
h
e
r
mi
dd
le
and h
e
r
h
e
a
r
t
b
ang
e
d
re
stl
e
ssly.
“
I
t
’
s
o
kay, it
’
s
o
kay,” she
said
to
the
e
mpty
ro
o
m.
Br
isk
air fl
o
w
e
d
i
n
th
r
o
u
gh
the
c
r
ack
e
d
o
p
e
n
win
d
o
w
and s
o
m
e
wh
e
r
e
far
o
ff
a
d
o
g h
o
wl
e
d into
the light
e
ning
d
awn.
A
ll
the
h
a
ir
o
n
h
e
r
n
e
ck
st
o
o
d
u
p
and she shiv
ered
. St
u
pid
dre
ams.
St
u
pi
d
,
vi
br
ant
dre
ams.
N
o
matt
e
r
h
o
w
h
a
r
d
she w
o
r
k
e
d
to
p
u
t
the
past
be
hind
h
er
,
the
dre
ams
c
o
u
l
d
n
’
t
b
e
e
scap
ed
.
H
e
r
f
ee
t
h
it
the
f
r
igid
ha
rd
w
oo
d fl
o
o
r
and
she
f
e
lt
a
r
o
u
nd
with
h
e
r
t
o
e
s,
h
o
ping
to find
h
e
r
slipp
er
s.
T
he
dre
am
was
the
same
o
ne
she
a
lways
h
a
d
.
Walki
n
g
th
r
o
u
gh the na
rr
o
w
r
o
w-h
o
me
to
the
s
o
u
nd
o
f
h
e
r
st
e
pfath
e
r
hitting
h
e
r
m
o
th
er
.
Rick
R
ee
d
w
o
u
ld hit
L
iv
’
s
m
o
th
er
,
M
a
r
ga
r
e
t,
o
v
e
r
and
o
v
e
r
and
o
v
e
r
while
she
be
gg
ed
.
H
e
r
m
o
th
e
r w
o
u
ld p
r
o
mise
and pl
e
ad
and a
b
o
ve all
e
ls
e
,
s
he
w
o
u
ld t
r
y
to
stay
q
u
i
e
t
s
o
L
iv
w
o
u
ld n
o
t h
e
a
r
.
Bu
t
L
iv always h
e
a
rd
.