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Show 161 growing wet from the snowflakes that struck them a„d melted. Yulyona was a...a.... His mind wouldn't allow him to use the name his terrible hurt wanted him to use, a name he could easily have called the painted women he'd seen through the windows of Canaan's shadier taverns. Yet his mind wouldn't stop tormenting him with the image of Yulyona in the larv n-; rrv, + J~ y xii m e lacy nightdress, coming out of Charles Bonner's bedroom. And Karl had loved her! He'd sat in her classroom day after day longing for her to give him just one small sign of affection, and all the while she'd been doing...that!...with Bonner. Karl ran up Pine Alley as though trying to outrace his terrible discovery about her, barely able to hold back the cries that struggled to tear out of his chest. When he reached the woodshed he threw back the door and gasped, "Andy? You still here?" "I was just getting ready to leave," Andy answered. "If I wait much longer, I'll miss the freight." "I'm going with you," Karl shouted. All night long the mournful locomotive whistle shrieked through falling snow, giving voice to Karl's anguish. After Karl's first refusal to explain the reason he was leaving Canaan, Andy hadn't pressed him for an answer. Andy was too occupied |