That time did come, however, when, a couple of days later, that same truck was parked outside Ray’s place late into the evening. Noah was sitting on the curb in the quiet dark. “Hey,” I said, poking my head out my door. “What are you doing out so late?” It was nine o’clock on a school night. Noah was never outside this late on a school night. He looked in my direction, but didn’t say anything. So, I brushed Eleven out of the way with a sweep of my foot—that damn cat was always trying to sneak back outside into the same world I’d rescued him from—and walked out the door and onto the steps I
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