. He was shifting to reach his own weapon, which had fallen in between the pews at the back. "Get up, then," said Jack, freeing his foot from the stirrup. “I may not see the Widgetts for some little time, father,” she said. Her tears dissipated as she began to convulse, completely devoid of any spare fluid. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. He was not used to not getting his way. She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from the world she had resolved to face.
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