\" Shari drawled as she looked up from her dissected sausage. Somebody ought to talk to him, warn him. Not entirely. She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. There she would wander about in the kindly darkness. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. Too close, he reasoned, for safety. “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. ’ He held his hands out of the way, surrendering his chest for her assault. It’s the public entrance. A true nun. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way.
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