Darrell. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked. Ann Veronica readjusted her chin on her hand. Annabel Pellissier was not like the others, he said. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk.
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