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Lina Loves to Eat Salt
How worried should we be?
They whispered about her.
Of course they did.
Old woman living on her own — strong, beautiful, and smart. Grinning, Amorie Lewis mulled old memories, sniffing at the same stupid conclusion she reached every time: The most dangerous thing in the universe is a woman who needs no one to take care of her, think for her, tell her what to do.
Taking three steps to the let, she dug a deeper hole this time, uprooting Ted’s prized David Austin rosebushes.
Ted would go out of his mind if he knew.
Even if he did know, he was long past being able to do anything about it.
She pushed back her hair, heaved a deep breath of cool air, blessed summer twilight, and dug.
Becky and Lina leaned out the window.
“I dare you,” murmured Becky, knowing her little sister would race back to bed, pulling the covers over her head to hide from monsters.
Lina threw a chubby leg over the window sill and clambered out. She hurtled across the yard, waving her arms like a fairy dancing with fireflies.
Becky followed, grunting at a hard landing on cold grass.
