![]() Some mistakes should never happen, not when your life is complete – and yet they do. Whispers of disappearances carry through the town as a burgeoning, uneasy and irrational fear begins to spread and darkness comes to be an unwelcome reflection to Those Who Remain. 'Where you goin, t��o? M��o?'As the lights go out, the embers of darkness are stoked in the sleepy town of Dormont. He made just a single step before one of the others grabbed him. He pulled back from the hands holding his shoulders and started around the guy. 'He don't need no lesson from you,' Dee said. Make him pay his way across Diablo turf.' 'We just gonna shake this little guy out a little. 'Hey, Dee,' said the boy who had pulled Bobby's hair. Make the bad boys hang around Mallory's Saloon look like good boys.' You don't want to mess with boys like that, chico. 'The jefes in the long yellow coats,' Dee breathed. When he reached the next corner he re-crossed Nasty Gansett Street on the diagonal, getting back to the side The Corner Pocket was on. Bobby slipped into its shadow and kept going, shrinking back once when someone shouted and a bottle shattered. He realized with a sinking heart that he had wandered into four members of some gang.Īcross from the bar was an out-of-business restaurant with a tattered awning still overhanging its soaped windows. Something seemed familiar about the pitchfork, but Bobby had no time to think about that. They were also wearing blue silk jackets with the word DIABLOS written on the back. Black boots with pointed toes poked out from beneath their pants cuffs. They were Puerto Ricans, he thought, and all wearing sharp-creased slacks. One of the others snapped him a light, and Dee drew Bobby a little farther down the street.īobby looked up and saw four young guys, what his mom would have called corner boys, standing in front of a place called BODEGA. Moso stepped back, frowning, and took a cigarette out of his pocket. 'I know Boris Karloff but I don't know no fuckin Ted,' Dee said. 'I have to go to The Corner Pocket,' Bobby said. It was like being surrounded by Harry and his friends, only worse. The second guy grabbed him again, not so gently this time. but he might not be lucky.īobby pulled free, but the fourth guy pushed him back at the second. He couldn't hear their mind-voices, but did he need to? They were probably going to beat him up and steal his money. Bobby could smell their spicy aftershaves, their hair tonics, his own fear. This time the winkle had lasted longer, but it was going now, all right. His ability was fading again, as it had on the day Mrs Gerber took them to Savin Rock shortly after they left McQuown's stand at the end of the midway, it had been gone. 'You stupid to be down here alone and you fuckin loco to be down here at night alone.'īobby tried to look into the newcomer's mind and saw only dim shapes. 'What you doing down here, amigo?' he asked, gripping Bobby's shoulder with the tattooed hand. You have nothing and we going to bust your balls.' ![]() 'Little muchacho, what you got for money, huh? How much of the good old dinero? You have something and we going to let you go. He reached out a hand, gripped the bristles of Bobby's crewcut, and pulled hard enough to make tears well up in Bobby's eyes. 'Little boy,' the fourth guy almost sang.
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