![]() “They don’t leave Winterport much, do they?” He twitched like a rabbit before settling himself back down. Always wanting to know about your family. People up here were like this, I remembered suddenly. His eyes had wandered down to my suitcase. He looked nervously down at me, and I felt guilty, wondering if he could tell I was on the run. Just the conductor, coming down the aisle to check on me. The door at the far end of the car clattered open, and I jumped. No matter how many times I did it, I could still taste copper. ![]() ![]() Thinking about it, I ran my tongue over my teeth again. I’d hung on to them this whole way, through sleeping on a bench in Penn Station and sprinting to catch a train in Boston, ever since I’d left Saint Brigid’s School for Young Ladies this time yesterday. How long had I been asleep? I looked down to make sure I still had my things: my straw hat, my suitcase stamped with the letter Z. I opened my eyes, and I was on the train. ![]()
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