Werewolf Skin
“I straightened up a bit, shoving clothes into the dresser drawers.
I’m not the neatest person in the world. Let’s face it—I’m a total slob.
But I knew if I let the clutter pile up in this tiny room, I’d never find anything.
I sat down at the desk and wrote a short letter to Mom and Dad. I told them everything was fine. I wrote that I’d have at least a thousand great photographs to show them when they came home from France.
When I finished addressing the letter, I wasn’t feeling sleepy. But I decided I should probably go to bed, anyway.
I started to the closet to find my pajamas. But I stopped at the window.
And stared out at a pale orange light.
A light in a side window of the Marlings’ house!
The light shimmered between two tilting trees, their leaves vibrating in the wind. A pale orange rectangle of light on the bottom floor of the house, near the back.
A bedroom window?
I pressed closer to the glass and squinted hard into the darkness. Squinted into the dim rectangle of orange.
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