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He's never been afraid of anything in his life—except maybe jail. She nodded, pursing her lips, and looked down at the headstone. She was better at it than he was. He mentioned he might see you guys that night. He mentioned Shane specifically. We were drinking beers and playing pool. She raised her hand to him and he nodded in her direction. Dare changed the subject. The old Avery place. The Averys had moved downstate not too long ago, according to Julia. His gaze was soft now, more open. She had forgotten about him almost, but Shane startled her when he stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled.

Chris glanced over his shoulder. Like a trained puppy dog, she thought as he climbed carefully over the chest-high spiked fence. She watched them get into the Mustang. Shane stepped hard on the gas, dust flying from underneath his tires as he skidded down the path running next to the fence and up onto Hubbard, heading toward town. He never was one to use a front entrance, she thought. He's lying—or he's covering up for someone. She knelt in front of the headstone, putting the yellow rose down. She traced his name, the dates. Dominick William Chandler.

Dare frowned. That was another of Julia's touches. God have mercy, she thought, looking up, her eyes falling on the space Shane had vacated. May God have mercy upon his soul. She had to pass it every day, and it was beginning to bother her. She was taking a month off. A mourning vacation. None of them had been happy about it, including her. And still, the door stayed shut, a poster of Murphy's Law thumbtacked to it. She passed it on her way to breakfast. She passed it coming down the hall late at night, when she was tired enough that she might be able to get some sleep. She passed it, wet and shivering and wrapped in a towel, after taking a shower.

She had passed it at least twice a day, every day, for the past two weeks She had changed his sheets and made his bed and Dare had watched all of that with mixed feelings of horror and awe. Then the door had been shut again. It scared her. Not so much the fact that the room was there and she had to go by it, or that all of his things were still in it, or that there were clean sheets waiting for him. Those things bothered her, but it was more than just that. It was the door. The closed door. One of Julia's favorite gripes when they were kids had been that Nick never shut his door when he was changing.

Dare had always been able to go by on her way to her room and see him sitting on his bed, doing his homework, reading, munching on pretzels and drinking Mountain Dew, or whatever. Sometimes he would call her in, sometimes he was gone, but the door was always left wide open. In the middle of the night, if she would get up to get a glass of water or go to the bathroom, she would go by and hear him breathing. Sometimes, if the moon was full— and Nick left his shade up, his curtains open and, whenever possible, the window gaping—she could see him curled up, the covers mostly kicked off. It was unsettling to see the door shut. It was unnatural.

It stung. Nick's door stayed open. Always open. Dare put her hand on the doorknob. Anything that can go wrong, will. Oh, that was the truth. Everything had gone wrong, and it was getting more and more and more wrong every day. It had never occurred to her things could go wrong, as wrong as this, and never get any better. Everything was out of focus, as if the world were tilting. Her hand felt disconnected from her body as it turned the doorknob, and What are you doing? It was easy. Somehow she thought it would resist, but it swung open wide—no squeaky hinges, no cobwebs. Her heart, quivering near the back of her throat, was getting in the way.

She leaned against the door frame, wide-eyed and frozen, rejecting the possibility, even as her brother, her dead brother, smiled at her from his bed. She found her voice. Then she began to scream. It was Julia calling up from downstairs. Dare took her hand away from her mouth and for a moment she felt everything slipping sideways.

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Flesh hung loosely from his scalp, flapping wetly as he smiled at her. His eyes—what eyes? She screamed and screamed and screamed. Wake up! She was dizzy. He had his fuzzy blue robe on and she saw his outline in the faint light from the hall. She shuddered against him, and when the world clicked back into place the sobs came, the force of the tears tremendous. You're all right. They were a parent's words, comfort words, Band-Aid words. They were false words. Gentle, sugar-coated words of comfort—just facades to keep life in focus, maybe even to keep insanity away. They twined themselves through the heart and mind, numbing their way. The image of him standing there, grinning, sightless, his scalp flopping, made her shudder and she drew a shaky breath.

She needed something more powerful. It was never going to be okay again. The still closeness she felt when she entered the cemetery was calming, but it was more than that. It became a steady bit of normal. That represented responsibility. Getting back into the swing of things, as her father said. Forgetting Nick was what it came down to, and above everything, she refused to do that. Life goes on and all that. Julia cooked dinner and did her crosswords and laughed at the jokes on Everybody Loves Raymond re-runs. Her father went to work, took out the garbage, read the paper, watched football on Sundays.

They had reestablished a routine. An empty space at the dinner table, an empty space in the living room when they were watching Lost or The Tudors. So, here was her order, her routine. In the cemetery, she could talk to Nick. It was keeping him alive, and that was the most important thing. It was starting to get colder. I love this place. I suppose I'll be spending death here, too. He's getting old, she thought, and it was a sad thought. He had to hire kids around town to help with the place now. He did love the place—and he really probably was going to be buried here.

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