Fresh panic clawed at his stomach. Lucy’s mother was comingback to punish him. Nothing could be made right. Desperately,he looked for an escape. This wasn’t happening, this couldn’t behappening. He was innocent, he didn’t mean to, he couldn’t helphimself.“What are you? Who is your mother?” There was panic in his voice.“When is she coming back? I didn’t do anything wrong!”Lucy frowned. “I can see you. Better than anyone. Better than mymommy. She is too kind with you.”With one fluid motion, she scraped the vegetables into the littlered pot with the little red knife.That was his knife, his pot, his house. He couldn’t breathe.“I think I should go,” He managed to say. “Someone’s waiting forme outside.”“In the storm? I didn’t see anyone.”A booming roll of thunder echoed above them. He looked around,terrified. He could see the rope and the ceiling yawning above it.Where did it lead?“Yeah, they’re out there alright. Probably getting wet. You know, Ishouldn’t have come in here in the first place. Not with your momgone and all. I was just… trying to make sure you were okay. You’lltell her I’m sorry, right?”Lucy shook her head dubiously.34“I know why you came in here, and so will she. Go ahead and lookfor your friend. If you find them, invite them in for soup. Nobody
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