Hill sat up on the pavement and mopped the blood from his cheek. He saw himself retreating from barricade to barricade, Ruth always advancing, perfectly oblivious of the terror she inspired. She showered after she heard the door shut and the cars pull out of the driveway. Teenagers don’t have any power, not of any sort, not in your world, not in the old world. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. “I missed the hour of your release,” he said, “but I was at the Vindicator Restaurant.
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