years and much better than what he had to face these past few days. On that first night, suddenly roaring with crickets, he knew his legs were moving him away from home, but it was like sleepwalking. Only after dawn broke did he begin to comprehend that he was running away with this hideous, crater-faced girl.
At first they traveled west: on foot and in the beds of pickup trucks, âborrowingâ clothes from clotheslines along the way, and food from unharvested fields. Once they hit the Mississippi River, they followed it north. Winston could feel himself being drawn upriver, the way salmon were drawn against a powerful current.
Winston knew they were moving toward Others like themselvesâit was something he had sensed from the beginningâbut where would they find them and how long would it take?
And where to go now?
As he stood at the edge of western Kentuckyâs woods, he looked out across the swirling waters where the Ohio and the Mississippi metâa delta that divided three different states. Where to go from here? Kentucky, Illinois, or Missouri. Decisions were getting harder and harder for Winston thesedays. The very thought of having to make one made him want to put his thumb deep in his mouth and suck on it to make all his problems go away. Heâd been getting that thumb-sucking urge a lot latelyâlike he used to the first time he was little. But he reminded himself that he was fifteen and forced the urge away. Instead he focused his attention on that piece of turquoise cloth in his other hand, studying the soothing richness of its color. There was something important about that colorâhe was certain of it.
In a few minutes he returned to their campsite and slipped into his sleeping bag, which was just an old comforter he had found in a Memphis Dumpster.
âDid you hear what I said about Omaha?â Tory asked. âAbout that astronomer? Heâs supposed to be a kook, but then maybe only a kook will talk to us.â
Winston rolled over, away from her. âSure,â he said. âWhatever.â
Tory sighed. âIt would help,â she said, âif you did some of the thinking around here.â
Winston slid deeper into his sleeping bag. âThinkinâ just makes me angry. I got no use for it anymore.â
âYou know,â said Tory, âyouâre not an easy person to run away with.â
Winston rolled over to face her. âJust because we ran away at the same time, in the same direction, doesnât mean I ran away with you.â But even as he said it, Winston knew he was wrong. They were stuck with each otherâand even if they were to go their separate ways, he knew theyâd end up bumping right back into each otherâpulled together like two magnets.
Winston began to think of his family. The faces of his mother and brother were getting harder to remember.
âMy mamaâs probably turninâ the country upside down lookinâ for me.â
âI thought you called her and told her you were all right.â
âI did,â said Winston. âBut she had more questions than I could answer, so I hung right up.â
Tory sighed and slipped deeper into her makeshift sleeping bag. âYouâre lucky you got a mama who cares enough to ask questions. My mamaâs gone.â
âSheâs dead?â
âNo, just gone,â said Tory. âUp and left last year. I got stuck with my aunt.â
âIâm sorry.â
âJust as well. My mama and I never got along anyway. She used to say âTory, your bulb is so dim, youâll never amount to anything.â Truth is, I get straight Aâs in school. But that didnât matter. I coulda been a national scholar, she still would have figured me dumber than a doorpost. Anyway, when I started getting this skin problem, my mother just gave up. She said it was my fault all her boyfriends ran awayâand I hoped she was right; I would
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