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Mrs. Richardson stood on the tree lawn, clutching the neck of her pale-blue robe closed.
Although it was already afternoon, she had still been asleep when the smoke detectors had sounded.
Celeste Ng.Credit: Kevin Day Photography
But she had recognized the small tan Volkswagen of her tenant, Mia, its headlights shining.
Then Pearl hopped back into the car and shut the door.
The brake lights flared red, then winked out, and the car puttered off into the growing night.
He usually went into the office to play catch-up on Saturday mornings.Someone would have to call him at work.
She remembered then that Lexie, thank god, had stayed over at Serena Wong’s house last night.
She wondered where Izzy had gotten to.
She wondered where her sons were, and how she would find them to tell them what had happened.
FromLittle Fires Everywhere, by Celeste Ng.
Copyright Celeste Ng, 2017.
