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The girl blew snot from her nose and sho
ok her head. When she started to scratch her own cheeks, gouging the flesh, Julia lunged at her, took her in her arms.
The girl fought like a cat, but Julia hung on. They stumbled sideways, fell down on the mattress.
Julia held the girl immobile, ignoring the snot flying and head shaking; then Julia started to sing. He could tell by the cadence of her voice, the way the sounds blended into one another.
He went to the door and quietly opened it. Just a crack.
The girl immediately looked at him and stilled, snorting in fear.
Julia sang, “. . . tale as old as time . . . song as . . . old as rhyme . . .”
He stood there, mesmerized by the sound of her voice.
Julia held the girl and stroked her hair and kept singing. Not once did she even glance toward the door.
Slowly, the minutes ticked by. “Beauty and the Beast” gave way to other songs. First it was “I’m a Lonely Little Petunia in an Onion Patch,” and then “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” and then “Puff the Magic Dragon.”
Gradually, the girl’s eyelashes fluttered shut, reopened.
The poor thing was trying so hard to stay awake.
Julia kept singing.
Finally, the girl put her thumb in her mouth, started sucking it, and fell asleep.
Very gently, Julia tucked her patient into bed and covered her with blankets, then went back to the table to gather her notes.
Max knew he should back away now, leave before she noticed him, but he couldn’t move. The sound of her voice had captured him somehow, as had the glimmer of pale moonlight on her hair and skin.
“I guess this means you like watching,” she said without looking at him.
He would have sworn that she’d never once glanced at the door, but she’d known he was there.
He stepped into the room. “You don’t miss much, do you?”
She put the last of the papers in her briefcase and looked up. Her skin appeared ashen beneath the dim lighting; the scratches on her cheeks were dark and angry. A yellow bruise marred her forehead. But it was her eyes that got to him. “I miss plenty.”
Her voice was so soft, it took him a second to really hear what she’d said.
I miss plenty.
She was talking about that patient of hers, the one that killed those children in Silverwood and then committed suicide. He knew about that kind of guilt. “You look like a woman who could use a cup of coffee.”
“Coffee? At one o’clock in the morning? I don’t think so, but thank you.” She sidled past him, then herded him out of the day care center and shut the door behind him.
“How about pie?” he said as she headed down the hallway. “Pie is good any time of the day.”
She stopped, turned around. “Pie?”
He moved toward her, unable to keep from smiling. “I knew I could tempt you.”
She laughed at that, and though it was a tired, not-quite-genuine sound, it made his smile broaden. “The pie tempted me.”
He led her to the cafeteria and flipped on the lights. In this quiet time of night, the place was empty; the cases and buffets were bare. “Take a seat.” Max eased around the sandwich counter and went back into the kitchen, where he found two pieces of marionberry pie, which he covered with vanilla ice cream. Then he made two cups of herb tea and carried a tray out into the dining room and set it down on the table in front of Julia.
“Chamomile tea. To help you sleep,” he said, sliding into the booth seat opposite her. “And marionberry pie. A local favorite.” He handed her a fork.
