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I was beginning to learn about the farmers and what I found I liked. They had a toughness and a philosophical attitude which was new to me. Misfortunes which would make the city dweller want to bang his head against a wall were shrugged off with “Aye, well, these things happen.”

From my mother I inherited my looks and a tendency to migraine.

orrie turned into the alley. You could see the top of the witch's house above all the trees and bushes. Was it just a big old garden filled up with trees and plants growing wild, Lorrie wondered. There was a gate opening onto the alley, but it had a chain across it as rusty as the iron fence. No one had opened that for a long, long time, she guessed. Of course, a witch wouldn't need a gate anyway. She could just fly over on her broom.

“Canuck—”

Lorrie gripped her book bag tighter. Her small pointed chin rose a fraction of an inch, her lips set stubbornly. A possible witch behind a locked gate was not nearly so bad as Jimmy, Stan, and Rob. Now she deliberately slowed down.

My real name’s Ida.

‘Eighteen,’ Molly said, staring defiantly across the typewriter and the steaming kettle, sucking a toflFee.

The medical name for it is coronary thrombosis.

‘ It’s only you I’m thinking of, ’ he said. ‘ It don’t matter to me. I’m not concerned. But I wouldn’t want you getting mixed up in things that might be dangerous. ’

‘ I wouldn’t be scared. Pinkie - not with you about. ’

She had to repeat it three times, ‘Go to the back,’ before he could read her lips

The shadow of her sixteen-year-old face shifted in the moonlight on the wall.