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Show nIoodworth/38 Ruth, loud as a drill sergeant, talking about fish guts, guts in her kitchen, guts on her good knives, and Ned laughing and singing until Ruth lough s too, telling him he's a bastard, that he's nuts about guts, and not to put fish guts in the trash can. One night, we snuck back out after everyone was asleep, and went back to a party. We had everything arranged in advance, and I think Mom must have been suspicious, because we never complained about having to be home by eleven. I lay there in bed, under the covers, but with all my clothes still on. I even still had my shoes on, because when you came in, I wanted to be ready to go real fast. I lay there, and I could hear a whistle bouey, and I listened for other noises in the house. During the day, it seemed like there was always some kind of noise. But it was so quiet. Not even squeaking or rustling, or the hissing in the radiators like the Westfield house. At first I thought you had just forgotten, or had fallen asleep by mistake. Then it felt like the whole world outside of my room had disappeared. Like you and ""egan and Mom and Dad had all gone somewhere else without me, and that if I got up and went to look for you, there wouldn't be anyone out there. Or even any thing out there. All there was left in the world was me. I got so scared that I didn't even dare move. It was like I was afraid to let go of the sheet, because even being all alone with something as familiar as the sheet, seemed better than letting go, and being taken some place strange. When you opened the door, I was terrified. I didn't know where you had come from. And you were right, I didn't have fun at the party. I lifed when I said I did. But it wasn't because I was scared that we were going to get jjaugnx AM yflTWHsjsat. It was because I really wanted to go |