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Danny

           Adishfelltothefloorandexploded.Ignoringit,heturnedandranbackthroughtheofficeandupthestairs.

           WendywasstandingoutsideDanny’sdoor,breathinghard.Herfacewasthecoloroftablelinen.Hereyeswereshinyandflat;herhairhungdamplyagainstherneck."Igotallofthem,"shesaiddully,"butonestungme.Jack,yousaidtheywerealldead."Shebegantocry.

           HeslippedpastherwithoutansweringandcarriedthePyrexbowlovertothenestbyDanny’sbed.Itwasstill.Nothingthere.Ontheoutside,anyway.Heslammedthebowldownoverthenest.

           "There,"hesaid."Comeon."

           Theywentbackintotheirbedroom.

           "Wherediditgetyou?"heaskedher.

           "My…onmywrist."

           "Let’ssee."

           Sheshowedittohim.Justabovethebraceletoflinesbetweenwristandpalm,therewasasmallcircularhole.Theflesharounditwaspuffingup.

           "Areyouallergictostings?"heasked."Thinkhard!Ifyouare,Dannymightbe.Thefuckinglittlebastardsgothimfiveorsixtimes."

           "No,"shesaid,morecalmly."I…Ijusthatethem,that’sall.Hatethem."

           Dannywassittingonthefootofthebed,holdinghislefthandandlookingatthem.Hiseyes,circledwiththewhiteofshock,lookedatJackreproachfully.

           "Daddy,yousaidyoukilledthemall.Myhand…itreallyhurts.

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