"Read that," rejoined Austin, pointing to the placard. She stood among them, watching them and feeling curiously alien to them. Probably he will come around to-morrow and begin all over again. In a voice husky with suppressed despair, she answered. He drifted in and out of consciousness. “Now I’ll have what I want from you, wife. He was so seldom wrong. When the word “FREAK” appeared scratched in the persimmon colored paint on her locker, she knew that in some fragile young woman’s mind a war had escalated from imaginary to physical. When she awoke, she felt sick, her mouth still salty with blood. Wanting his coat, when he must have known that the pockets were empty! But the effort to talk had cost him something.
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