CHAPTER 1
The damp December chiIl penetrated Sharlie s sheep-
skin coat. Her gloves were~oo short， and she yanked at
her sleeves trying to cove~ the chapped red circles
around her wrists. The last bus in the uptown caravan
had iust hissed to a stop at the comer， but she resisted
the impulse to run for it. That faint [inKlin~ sound she
heard was probably the
Fifth Avenue， but since
with bells， she stood still，
slammed shut its doors J
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watching forlornly as fl
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nue.
One kneesock had slipped down inside her boot and
rode painfully against her ankle. She bent over to fix
it， sleet trickling down the back of her neck. Sharlie s
mother despised kneesocks. After all， she said， a
twenty-six-year-old woman isn t a cheerleader any-
more， not that Sharlie ever could have been one.
Sndden/y the cold and her own bleak exhaustion
overwhelmed her. She was going to be late for dinner
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