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But he couldn’t have cared less about all that
What he had caught on the air, after filtering out the woodsy pitch of the crackling fire and the soap of the doggen and a distant after been served somewhere on the first floor … was the scent of that feht
Peyton’s cousin either had visited here very recently … or she lived under this roof
"My master will see you now," the butler said froht as he wheeled around You’re dahtmares happened in front of you and hurt people you loved, and even though you prayed to wake up … you knew that there was no alar, no eyelids to lift, no rollover and reposition about to save you
Mary was in one of those loops of suffering now
Bitty was lying on an exam table, a white sheet and blanket folded off to the side, her thin, pale liht from the massive fixture above her She was so pale, her face was the color of a Kleenex, and she was tre-out shell of the vibrant, happy little girl she usually was
As Mary stood next to her, the details of the clinical environ equip, the people in blue scrubs and masks, were at once crystal clear and utterly diffused--and as in a dreamscape, the two extre in and out of focus randoh the night But she’d assu triggered Or the fact that the girl was having to go back to the very clinic at which she had watched her mother die Or even due to the claustrophobia of the MRI, the disco for the test results to co Close
Each one of Bitty’sthat had a shin made froic to it
It was indescribable, the horror, the pain, the terror And it was hard not to rail against God in thiswhoever was up there for this perfect storrowth plates compromised by badly healed breaks; possible a a non-viable candidate for general anesthesia due to her previous reaction to it
What little pain relief that could be given didn’t go nearly far enough
"One more," she heard herself say "You can do this"
Bitty didn’t seeony, and Mary just wanted to break down in tears herself
But she couldn’t afford the trip to insanity
Mary leaned down even closer "Last one, okay? This is our last one"