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Chapter 60: The Panther of Lost Time (#u340c29f0-c5ae-50f1-ac01-57b0055412cd)
Chapter 61: As I Lay Dying (#ue3995eee-1517-5858-b0b6-6b32bc08d0d9)
Chapter 62: A Smile From the Past (#u742353f7-7153-57a1-bc67-15b23110c91a)
Chapter 63: Sleeping on a Sea of Troubles (#u7e8e238e-30aa-50dd-83d5-f04d108bfe0b)
Chapter 64: A Literary Lion’s Den (#u30d11940-8640-5681-9199-3e3acab0ebcc)
Chapter 65: Silence Like a Cancer Grows (#u31ced280-65f4-5e3f-97ba-267415a8fa01)
Chapter 66: He Who Would Rather Die Than Share (#u673c6684-2a22-5cc8-8b99-a7a96881b650)
Chapter 67: A Little Time to Chill (#uec4d15dc-5e53-55b0-8369-c9c740927db0)
Chapter 68: A Man, a Dog, a Moment (#u95d1d300-277b-578a-a7fc-16a57ce23b3a)
Chapter 69: Cash, Key, and Contact (#u5e94cbe1-3822-5242-92b7-a65a35b1be9f)
Chapter 70: Cookies, Tea, and Dark History (#ub3355cc0-45a6-5be6-88ac-5060f1bf4161)
Chapter 71: An Old Woman With a Junk-Shop Memory (#u2d9db2b4-bcd5-5683-9e12-fa2cf5edea18)
Chapter 72: Questions Not Asked (#ubd79d4ed-b116-53ae-b2ac-500c9830be62)
Chapter 73: Just Before the Swarm (#u5a11fa25-1ec9-55e3-bc88-0671908dc602)
Chapter 74: Hermione, Hermione, and the Men in Black (#u71fe6f4a-961c-53a9-8e97-7a3fe5c33d02)
Chapter 75: Girls, Thugs, and the Remade Woman (#u80f60899-893f-53d3-b576-846095f5945e)
Chapter 76: Two Dead Girls (#u250d0b05-0601-5fa1-950a-e0728fff312a)
Chapter 77: The Collar That Restrains Her (#udb4d3b0d-4f6d-527e-8958-88032d7537e6)
Chapter 78: In Hiding From a Nonexistent Husband (#uc0c757bf-bce2-5810-951e-e033381c7239)
Chapter 79: Paxton Reflecting (#u59ca4c29-72ec-51d7-b575-6e144409784b)
Chapter 80: The Truth She Dares Not Face (#u3d68d78a-d262-5b81-84d6-6c34edb7ad20)
Chapter 81: The Ultimate Traitor (#u46dc04e3-4c00-5817-9de3-6f0a641e386c)
Part 5: Out of the Ashes of Memory (#u161c50d3-a8a2-530c-a0c1-eb69583311e5)
Chapter 82: Returning to the Place That She Called Evil (#ub99f288b-c272-5a79-b3a2-4e872d0674ba)
Chapter 83: What Do You Need Most? (#u3529b657-6cd2-551c-a64f-e58efece4fe6)
Chapter 84: While Waiting for an Eskimo Pie (#ubedb80f5-72b9-5a8e-90d3-34fb1a643279)
Chapter 85: The Library of Babel (#u2029019b-3d5c-5e4c-8cc4-54596d6a612b)
Chapter 86: To Break Her Spirit (#u9e0ff304-8702-515b-b85b-91c684499e82)
Chapter 87: No Dragons, no Skulls, no Hearts (#u1c0e5fcb-45f3-55e2-97c7-cbb4c5dc7271)
Part 6: The Girl Who Was and Wasn’t There (#u6a8e41f5-6f7b-5da0-8330-99c3b74f3803)
Chapter 88: The Best Western That Wasn’t (#ude4973ae-74ee-5759-9bac-7648f069c247)
Chapter 89: Master of Her Fate, Captain of Her Soul (#uf2318b0d-118d-5c25-ac7f-512eaa0b33d5)
Chapter 90: The First Shock of Three (#u1af11bc6-870a-5d2d-aa01-e0bb886f8d41)
Chapter 91: The Second Shock of Three (#u987a569b-2421-5aee-be6a-6d7f97c7d3d6)
Chapter 92: The Third Shock of Three (#uf66486d3-44a7-513d-b6fc-4107d90b74ac)
Chapter 93: Heart to Heart in a Desperate Hour (#u67d4a668-fc03-5aef-8cce-ee4ee0222225)
Part 7: Two Girls Needing to Be Found (#u4b83a6a6-3789-5634-a0bf-1ba118620e5c)
Chapter 94: The Girl We Only Think We Know (#u343ee962-6582-592a-a74c-f9c0fde68ae7)
Chapter 95: A Familiar House Never Seen Before (#u7175e35a-bac4-5321-a6e7-048ceba06184)
Chapter 96: The Box of Ordinary Things (#ucc081b1b-0fe6-5b18-b49e-5c6ef6407b92)
Chapter 97: Where Shadows Live Their Shadow Lives (#uff12c2df-03d6-54c0-af5a-50151be0d90a)
Chapter 98: A Little Trove of Traumas (#ue186cf05-12aa-524c-8a3b-7c4f11564795)
Chapter 99: The Girl Who Loved Horses (#u71af29ca-3400-58b4-a719-00ce718bf837)
Chapter 100: The Clock, the Watch, and the Ovens (#u037c363e-0d02-5828-9719-a6b27298807f)
Chapter 101: Devious and Numerous (#u946d7586-c1e0-5637-a90f-c43781b4a373)
Chapter 102: The Wicked Witch Lets Her Hair Down (#uc23c57b9-14b4-500e-8c52-ce86856fdcaf)
Chapter 103: Valiant Girls Do Not Go Mad (#u58882d04-53ec-5020-b7d5-728f219855cd)
Chapter 104: Boozer, Baker, Starmaker (#uf33d02e5-838c-50b5-83cb-e71758a686f4)
Chapter 105: The Passenger (#u470d985b-f9df-5102-944f-5af7ef67055c)
Chapter 106: A Father’s Intuition (#u1a073924-1916-5f00-90e0-b9cb3d4e83a3)
Chapter 107: By the Skin of Their Teeth (#uc6588acf-b75c-52ed-92fb-10f9b7d58907)
Chapter 108: The Enduring Chill (#u71399d99-4fe2-541f-ba19-ba9a97ddcb77)
Part 8: Bibi to Bell (#u0984014d-1c83-5345-943e-104ca541d933)
Chapter 109: The Eight-Fingered Waitress and the Possibility of Death (#u407618c2-f2b9-59a1-ae9b-99157bc90489)
Chapter 110: The Girl in Need of Discipline (#uea25c0da-ff55-5057-b492-b2c8509baf24)
Chapter 111: Like a Message in a Bottle (#u61a412bf-4045-5657-9c34-3e4ed44a407d)
Chapter 112: Teacher of the Year Award (#uce64740e-1c38-59e5-b8b4-619472f7f892)
Chapter 113: What Words Cannot Describe (#u0df8e557-8739-5f50-96b7-beee0077e8a9)
Chapter 114: The Awful Woman and the Terrible Blow (#u7afe2bce-45ea-5f4a-b4de-c2e83f2783f3)
Chapter 115: Toba’s Life of Fact and Fiction (#u03d0eff4-b0fe-5ff8-bf1e-421ab79f5e67)
Chapter 116: Reality and the Realtor (#ubf9bda16-7e15-5710-ad11-c33aa495d398)
Chapter 117: The Tides of Night (#ueaf64bd5-78d4-5d33-9c3d-c825d066b53c)
Chapter 118: He Can Fix Anything. Almost. (#u70225c21-053c-5d37-99bc-04c81cca7a83)
Chapter 119: The Man Who Didn’t Belong There (#u231ebbd4-968b-5362-b062-575a1939416f)
Chapter 120: The Hard Way (#u91bbdfb0-5792-5089-9658-bbbf6761aaa0)
Chapter 121: The Captain Regrets (#ud08a191b-469d-5eff-929d-5de6843f8f26)
Chapter 122: Bibi on the Brink (#u29ecef22-867f-5e6d-9afc-a78cf5c63590)
Chapter 123: A Moment in Her Life With Books (#udadc0179-9455-5c60-be52-77511b4673bd)
Chapter 124: The Captain and His Albatross (#ub069431d-16eb-5d36-9737-c10ae41149f5)
Chapter 125: In a World of Her Own Making (#ue5a35d27-fd69-56d5-a6e7-3eba086a921b)
Chapter 126: The Dangerous Art (#u73b7b18a-f092-5d94-b174-b2349704e49f)
Chapter 127: Bibi to Bell (#ucfee6162-d5f4-5327-9165-eff6f1243909)
Chapter 128: God Bless You, Erich Segal (#uf253edd2-8e14-5e8f-b3a6-ae884885c4ad)
Chapter 129: Where She Goes From Here (#uc46bb70a-d618-5d4e-8e6e-cb042c4b0e64)
Chapter 130: She Hears the Song in the Egg of the Bird (#ua2fa09c8-4f05-5e1a-bee1-4af32e6e5999)
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By Dean Koontz (#u4b882c51-33ed-5ecb-9a1d-bd5d7965ece3)
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The Girl Whose Mind Was Always Spinning (#ulink_43d2a83b-18e2-5105-874f-8ab99a2936bd)
THE YEAR THAT BIBI BLAIR TURNED TEN, WHICH was twelve years before Death came calling on her, the sky was a grim vault of sorrow nearly every day from January through mid-March, and the angels cried down flood after flood upon Southern California. That was how she described it in her diary: a sorrowing sky, the days and nights washed by the grief of angels, though she didn’t speculate on the cause of their celestial distress.
Even then, she was writing short stories in addition to keeping a diary. That rainy winter, her simple narratives were all about a dog named Jasper whose cruel master had abandoned him on a storm-swept beach south of San Francisco. In each of those little fictions, Jasper, a gray-and-black mongrel, found a new home. But at the end of every tale, his haven proved impermanent for one reason or another. Determined to keep his spirits high, good Jasper traveled southward, hundreds of miles, in search of his forever home.
Bibi was a happy child, a stranger to melancholy; therefore, it seemed odd to her then—and for years after—that she should write multiple woeful episodes about a lonely, beleaguered mutt whose search for love was never more than briefly fulfilled. Understanding didn’t come to her until after her twenty-second birthday.
In one sense, everyone is a magpie. Bibi was one, but she didn’t know it then. Much time would pass before she recognized some truths that she had hidden away in her magpie heart.
The magpie, a bird with striking pied plumage and a long tail, often hoards objects that strike it as significant: buttons, bits of string, twists of ribbon, colorful beads, fragments of broken glass. Having concealed these treasures from the world, the magpie builds a new nest the following year and forgets where its trove is located; therefore, having hidden its collection even from itself, the bird starts a new one.
People hide truths about themselves from themselves. Such self-deception is a coping mechanism, and to one extent or another, most people begin deceiving themselves when they’re children.
That sodden winter when she was ten, Bibi lived with her parents in a small bungalow in Corona del Mar, a picturesque neighborhood of Newport Beach. Although they were just three blocks from the Pacific, they had no ocean view. The first Saturday in April, she was home alone, sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch of the quaint shingled house as warm rain streamed straight down through the palm trees and the ficuses, as it sizzled on the blacktop like hot oil on a griddle.
She was not a child who lazed around. Her mind remained always busy, spinning. She had a yellow lined tablet and a collection of pencils with which she was composing yet another installment in the saga of lonesome Jasper. Movement at the periphery of her vision caused her to look up, whereupon she discovered a soaked and weary dog ascending the sidewalk from the distant sea.
At ten, her sense of wonder had not been worn thin; and she sensed that a surprising turn of events was about to occur. In the grip of an agreeable expectation, she put down the tablet and the pencil, rose from the chair, and went to the head of the porch steps.
The dog looked nothing like the lonely mongrel in her stories. The bedraggled golden retriever halted where the bungalow walkway met the public sidewalk. Girl and beast regarded each other. She called to him, “Here, boy, here.” He needed to be coaxed, but eventually he approached the porch and climbed the steps. Bibi stooped to his level to peer into his eyes, which were as golden as his coat. “You stink.” The retriever yawned, as if his stinkiness was old news to him.
He wore a cracked and filthy leather collar. No license tag dangled from it. There wasn’t one of those name-and-phone-number plates riveted to it, which a responsible owner should have provided.
Bibi led the dog off the porch, through the rain, around the side of the house, into a brick-paved thirty-foot-square courtyard flanked by stuccoed privacy walls along the property lines to the east and west. To the south stood a two-car garage that opened onto an alleyway. Exterior steps rose to a small balcony and an apartment above the garage. Bibi avoided glancing up at those windows.
She told the retriever to wait on the back porch while she went into the house. He surprised her by being there when she returned with two beach towels, shampoo, a hair dryer, and a hairbrush. He ran with her across the courtyard, out of the rain and into the garage.
After she turned on the lights, after she took the stained and mud-crusted collar from around his neck, she saw something that she had not previously noticed. She considered dropping the collar in the garbage can, burying it under other trash, but she knew that would be wrong. Instead, she opened a drawer in the cabinet beside her father’s workbench, took one of several chamois cloths from his supply, and wrapped the collar in it.
A sound issued from the apartment overhead, a brief hard clatter. Startled, Bibi looked at the garage ceiling, where the open four-by-six joists were festooned with spider architecture.
She thought she heard a low and anguished voice, too. After listening intently for half a minute, she told herself that she must have imagined it.
Between two of the joists, backlit by a bare dust-coated bulb in a white ceramic socket, a fat spider danced from string to string, plucking from its silken harp a music beyond human hearing.
