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Chapter 2
Well,thecopssentadicktoquestionthekidsontheblock,andacopcameandtalkedtomymother.Finallytheysaidthey’dkeeptheireyesopen.Andthatwasall.Weneverheardofheragain,ever."
Harrystabbedthedeskandbrokehispencilpoint."Wasshegoingaroundwithanyolderboysshemight’verunoffwith?"
"Idon’tknow.Thegirlssaidnot,andtheywouldhaveknown."
"Buthaven’tyouanideaofwhatmighthavehappenedtoher?"
"No.Shejustdisappearedoneday,justdroppedoutofsight.ThesamethinghappenedtoBerthaRileytwoyearslater—justdroppedout."
Jimfeltwithhishandalongthelineofhisjaw."Itmighthavebeenmyimagination,butitseemedtomethatmymotherwasquietereventhanbefore.Shemovedkindoflikeamachine,andshehardlyeversaidanything.Hereyesgotakindofadeadlook,too.Butitmademyoldmanmad.Hehadtofighteverythingwithhisfists.HewenttoworkandbeathelloutoftheforemanattheMonelpackinghouse.Thenhedidninetydaysforassault."
Harrystaredoutthewindow.Suddenlyheputdownhispencilandstoodup."Comeon!"hesaid."I’mgoingtotakeyoudowntothehouseandgetridofyou.I’vegottogetthatreportout.I’lldoitwhenIgetback."
Jimwalkedtotheradiatorandpickedofftwopairsofdampsocks.Herolledthemupandputtheminhispaperbag."I’lldrythemdownattheotherplace,"hesaid.
