Music: In Little Rock

A stair creaked. . . . The sound rang through the empty house like a shout. On the dim stairway a shoe was hastily withdrawn from the articulate board; a girl crouched against the balusters listening. The noise had been her own fault, but she was too bundled up to move altogether without clumsiness; she had on two dresses, one under the other; there was a package under her arm. No echo answered her mistep. She could smell the chlorides from the bathroom under the staircase; she could hear far away, the day's...

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