Read Blood From a Stone Online
Authors: Cynthia Lucas
S
he
sa
i
d
g
oodb
y
e
and
s
t
epped
out
i
n
t
o
t
he
ha
ll
w
ay
tr
y
i
ng
t
o
l
ook as
no
r
m
al
as
poss
i
b
l
e,
a
lt
hou
g
h
she
w
as
qu
it
e ce
rt
a
i
n
she
p
r
obab
l
y
l
oo
k
ed
as
pa
lli
d
as
she
f
e
l
t
ri
g
ht
no
w
.
P
e
r
haps
t
on
i
g
ht
w
as
a
g
ood n
i
g
ht
t
o
m
a
k
e
use
of
one
of
t
he
m
any
s
i
ck
da
y
s
she
’
d acc
r
ued.
D
a
v
i
d
sa
i
d
t
hat
t
he
‘
an
g
el
l
ad
y
’
t
o
l
d
h
i
m
t
hat
S
a
m
son
m
i
g
ht
beco
m
e
one
of
t
hem
soon.
A
nd
t
he
r
e
w
as
on
l
y
o
ne
t
hou
g
ht
r
ac
i
ng
t
h
r
ou
g
h
her
m
i
nd
as
she
m
ade
her
w
ay
back
t
o
t
he
desk
t
o
t
e
l
l
t
he
nu
r
s
i
ng supe
r
v
i
sor
t
hat
she
w
asn
’
t
f
ee
l
i
ng
w
e
l
l
and c
l
ock
ou
t
.
H
ad
t
he
an
g
e
l
s
co
m
e
f
or
h
i
m
?
W
as
Sa
m
son
go
i
ng
t
o
d
i
e?
C
H
AP
T
E
R
T
W
EN
T
Y
-
T
W
O
“
H
e
y
!
A
r
e
y
ou
g
o
i
ng
ho
m
e
ea
rl
y
?”
S
asha
ca
ll
ed
as she
saw
W
ill
ow
e
m
e
r
g
e
fr
om
t
he
b
r
eak
r
oo
m
,
pu
r
se
i
n
hand and head
t
o
w
a
r
d
t
he e
l
e
v
a
t
o
r
.
W
ill
ow
nodded.
“I
ha
v
e
t
o
g
et
out
of
he
r
e.
I
j
us
t
…need so
m
e space.”
S
asha
s
i
g
hed.
“W
il
l
y
ou
at
l
east
ca
l
l
m
e
l
a
t
er
w
hen
I
g
o
on
b
r
eak
so
I
k
now
y
ou
’r
e
o
k
a
y
?”
S
he
hu
gg
ed
her
fri
end. “
I
’
m so
rr
y
he
t
u
r
ned
out
t
o
be
a
j
e
r
k
,
i
f
t
ha
t’
s
w
hat
happened.
D
on
’
t
l
et
i
t
g
et
y
ou do
w
n.”
“
I
’
m
tr
y
i
n
g
….and
no,
he
’
s
not
a
j
e
r
k
.
I
n
f
act
m
a
y
be
I
m
ade
a
m
i
s
t
a
k
e
t
e
lli
ng
h
i
m
I
don
’
t
w
ant
t
o
see
h
i
m an
y
m
o
r
e.
I
’
m
g
o
i
ng
t
o
j
ust
g
o
ho
m
e
and
t
h
i
nk on
t
h
i
n
g
s
f
or
a
w
h
il
e. Ma
y
be
I
’l
l
ca
l
l
h
i
m and
see
i
f
he
w
an
t
s
t
o
t
a
l
k
.”
S
he
f
o
r
ced
a s
m
il
e.
H
er
w
o
r
ds
d
i
dn
’
t
e
v
en be
g
i
n
t
o co
v
er
it
, but
i
t
w
as
a
l
l
she cou
l
d d
i
sc
l
ose
t
o
S
asha
ri
g
ht
no
w
.
“
O
k
a
y
.
J
ust
l
et
m
e
k
now
w
ha
t’
s
g
o
i
ng on,”
S
asha
sa
i
d as
W
ill
ow
s
t
epped
i
n
t
o
t
he e
l
e
v
a
t
o
r
.
“I
w
ill
. I
p
r
o
m
i
se.”
A
s
she
d
r
o
v
e
ho
m
e,
she
w
onde
r
ed
i
f
she had
i
ndeed
m
ade a
m
i
s
t
a
k
e…had she been
t
oo ha
r
d on
S
a
m
son?
S
he
t
hou
g
ht
back
o
v
er
t
he
i
r
con
v
e
r
sa
t
ion
fr
om
t
h
i
s
m
o
r
n
i
ng
w
hen
he
‘
d
as
k
ed
her
t
o
l
ook
h
i
m
i
n
t
he
e
y
e
and
t
e
l
l h
i
m
t
hat
she
‘
d
ha
v
e
done
any
d
iff
e
r
en
tl
y
i
f
i
t
w
e
r
e
her
i
n
s
t
ead of
h
i
m
.
S
he
’
d
hau
g
h
til
y s
t
a
t
ed
t
hat
he
w
asn
’
t
be
i
ng
f
a
ir
.
B
ut now
l
oo
k
i
ng bac
k
,
she
f
e
l
t
se
lfi
sh,
and ch
il
d
i
sh
t
oo…because
t
he
tr
u
t
h
w
as
t
hat
i
t
w
as
s
i
m
p
l
y her
p
ri
de…her
m
ed
i
cal e
t
h
i
cs…s
t
ubbo
r
n
w
il
l
t
hat
had
caused
her
t
o
r
e
f
use
t
o ad
m
i
t
t
hat
i
f
she
he
r
se
l
f
w
e
r
e
i
n
h
i
s
shoes,
she
’
d
ha
v
e
d
one
t
he sa
m
e e
x
act
t
h
i
n
g
.
S
he
w
an
t
ed
t
o
k
i
ck he
r
se
l
f
no
w
.
A
nd
s
h
e
w
as
a
l
so
v
e
r
y
w
o
rri
ed
about
w
hat
D
a
v
i
d
had
sa
i
d
about
Sa
m
son
beco
m
i
ng
an
‘
an
g
e
l
.’