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.It had been opened, presumably for the convenience of the searchers.I saw Kevin Pryor, a thin young patrol officer who always won the 4K race at the Azalea Festival, bending over to peer into a culvert right across the street.The grass in the ditch was high, and his dark uniform pants were dusted with yellow.His partner, Kenya, who was as buxom as Kevin was thin, was across the street on the other side of the block, and I watched her head move from side to side as she scanned the surrounding yards.The school took up a whole block in the middle of a residential area.All the houses around were modest homes on modest lots, the kind of neighborhood where there were basketball goals and bicycles, barking dogs, and driveways brightened with sidewalk chalk.Today every surface was dusted in a light yellow powder; it was the very beginning of pollen time.If you rinsed off your car in town in your driveway, there would be a ring of yellow around the storm drain.Cats’ bellies were tinged yellow, and tall dogs had yellow paws.Every other person you talked to had red eyes and carried a cache of tissues.I noticed several thrown down around the playground.There were patches of new green grass and patches of hard-packed dirt, in areas where the children congregated the most.A big map of the United States had been painted on the concrete apron right outside the school doors.The name of each state was painted carefully and clearly.Louisiana was the only state colored bright red, and a pelican filled up its outline.The word Louisiana was too long to compete with the pelican, and it had been painted on the pavement right where the Gulf of Mexico would be.Andy emerged from the rear door, his face set and hard.He looked ten years older.“How’s Halleigh?” I asked.“She’s in the school crying her eyes out,” he said.“We have to find this boy.”“What did Bud say?” I asked.I stepped inside the gate.“Don’t ask,” he said.“If there’s anything you can do for us, we need all the help we can get.”“You’re going out on a limb.”“So are you.”“Where are the people that were in the school when he ran back in?”“They’re all in here, except for the principal and the custodian.”“I saw them outside.”“I’ll bring them in.All the teachers are in the cafeteria.It has that little stage at one end.Sit behind the curtain there.See if you can get anything.”“Okay.” I didn’t have a better idea.Andy set off for the front of the school to gather up the principal and the custodian.I stepped into the end of the third-grade corridor.There were bright pictures decorating the walls outside every classroom.I stared at the drawings of rudimentary people having picnics and fishing, and tears prickled my eyes.For the first time, I wished I were psychic instead of telepathic.Then I could envision what had happened to Cody, instead of having to wait for someone to think about it.I’d never met a real psychic, but I understood that it was a very uncertain talent to have, one that was not specific enough at times, and too specific at others.My little quirk was much more reliable, and I made myself believe I could help this child.As I made my way to the cafeteria, the smell of the school evoked a rush of memories.Most of them were painful; some were pleasant.When I’d been this small, I’d had no control over my telepathy and no idea what was wrong with me.My parents had put me through the mental health mill to try to find out, which had further set me off from my peers.But most of my teachers had been kind.They’d understood that I was doing my best to learn—that somehow I was constantly distracted, but it wasn’t through my own choice.Inhaling the scent of chalk, cleaner, paper, and books brought it all back.I remembered all the corridors and doorways as if I’d just left.The walls were a peach color now, instead of the off-white I remembered, and the carpet was a sort of speckled gray in place of brown linoleum; but the structure of the school was unchanged.Without hesitation, I slipped through a back door to the little stage, which was at one end of the lunchroom.If I remembered correctly, the space was actually called the “multipurpose room.” The serving area could be shut off with folding doors, and the picnic tables that lined the room could be folded and moved aside.Now they were taking up the floor in orderly rows, and the people sitting at them were all adults, with the exception of some teachers’ children who’d been in the classrooms with their mothers when the alarm had been raised.I found a tiny plastic chair and set it back behind the curtains on stage left.I closed my eyes and began to concentrate.I lost the awareness of my body as I shut out all stimuli and began to let my mind roam free.It’s my fault, my fault, my fault! Why didn’t I notice he hadn’t come back out? Or did he slip by me? Could he have gotten into a car without my noticing?Poor Halleigh.She was sitting by herself, and the mound of tissues by her showed how she’d been spending her waiting time.She was completely innocent of anything, so I resumed my probing.Oh my God, thank you God that it’s not my son that’s missing.go home and have some cookies.Can’t go to the store and pick up some hamburger meat, maybe I can call Ralph and he can go by Sonic.but we ate fast food last night, not good.His mom’s a barmaid, how many lowlifes does she know? Probably one of them.It went on and on, a litany of harmless thoughts.The children were thinking about snacks and television, and they were also scared.The adults, for the most part, were very frightened for their own children and worried about the effect of Cody’s disappearance on their own families and their own class [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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