![]() ![]() One moment it saturated the world, giving potency to Mrs. ![]() She wailed and wailed, as if her heart were being torn out of her chest, lling me with despair. The lament built, swelling like an avalanche, until I could hear nothing but its complex, layered chorus: the lonely howl of a wolf, the forlorn shriek of a bird, the heart–wrenching cry of a child. Down the street, dogs yowled as one, matching the cry with unnatural harmony. It hammered the windows of the apartment buildings, wringing a high–pitched hum from the glass. The wail cut through the stillness of the night, sharp like a knife. I sat on the ground and clamped my hands over my ears. ![]() She arched her back and sucked in a deep breath. The wind stirred the nimbus of ne white hair around her head and blew open her nightgown, presenting me with sights better left unseen. Thin, bird–boned, she had to be past seventy. McSweeney looked at me from the top of the telephone pole, having obvious doubts about the ladder's and my reliability. ![]()
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