![]() None of it seemed plausible when I held it up to the light. I had a vague, half- remembered feeling that it wa sn ’ t exactl y safe. ![]() Maybe there were good reasons I wasn’t supposed to be at home. But the weather chilled my anger and crystallized it into fear. I’d been angry when I’d gotten on the train, and that had kept me in motion. It had been almost summer in Mary- land, but as we rumbled across the bridge that divides New Hampshire from Maine, I saw a few stubborn patches of snow clinging on beneath the pine trees. When the whistle blows the first time, get ready.” He disappeared, and I stared out the window and watched the landscape for a while. “Don ’ t worry, people do it all the time. “W e’ll just be slowing down, n ot a f ull sto p, ” he sa id. ![]() But he just smiled at me tightly and touched his hat. I rummaged frantically in my mind for a convincing lie. “I haven’t been back in eight years.” Once I said it I froze, t errified he’ d ask me why I was co ming back now. “They don ’ t leave Winterpor t much, do they?” “I did,” I said. He twitched like a rabbit before settling himself back down. Always wanting to kno w about your family. ![]() “I’ m kin of the Hanna fins, myself.” P eople up here were like this, I remembered suddenly. His eyes had wandered down to my suitcase. ![]()
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