Chapter 12 · free to read
Nineteen households by Wednesday. The lane got quieter one shutter at a time.
Two people side by side on stools, looking at the same lane. It was as close as either of them could manage.
She had rehearsed a speech about loyalty on the walk back from the lawyer's. She did not use one word of it.
Nothing in the book said to burn anything. Number one had never been about what went in.
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