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Chapters (60)
  1. Copyright Notice
  2. Dedication
  3. TED BANNERMAN
  4. OLIVIA
  5. TED
  6. DEE
  7. TED
  8. OLIVIA
  9. DEE
  10. TED
  11. OLIVIA
  12. DEE
  13. TED
  14. OLIVIA
  15. TED
  16. OLIVIA
  17. TED
  18. DEE
  19. OLIVIA
  20. TED
  21. OLIVIA
  22. TED
  23. DEE
  24. OLIVIA
  25. TED
  26. OLIVIA
  27. TED
  28. OLIVIA
  29. TED
  30. DEE
  31. TED
  32. LAUREN
  33. OLIVIA
  34. TED
  35. OLIVIA
  36. DEE
  37. TED
  38. OLIVIA
  39. TED
  40. OLIVIA
  41. DEE
  42. OLIVIA
  43. TED
  44. OLIVIA
  45. DEE
  46. TED
  47. LAUREN
  48. TED
  49. LAUREN
  50. TED
  51. NIGHT OLIVIA
  52. TED
  53. LITTLE TEDDY
  54. TED
  55. AFTERWORD
  56. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  57. BIBLIOGRAPHY
  58. Also by Catriona Ward
  59. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  60. Newsletter Sign-up

The front door closes behind me. I lock it with trembling hands. Then I ball my fists and I scream and scream until my throat is sore and my voice hoarse. Then I take a couple of deep breaths. I shove two yellow pills into my mouth and swallow them dry. They stick in my throat, clicking like two little stones. I choke them down. The bug man wasn’t dead, I don’t think. I have to pray he wasn’t. There is no time for feelings, and no time for fancy preparation. We have to go.

I pack quickly. Sleeping bag, tent, lighter. Water-purifying tablets, a coil of wire. I gather all the canned food in the house. It’s not much. Peaches, black beans, soup. After a moment of staring at it, I seize the bottle of bourbon and add it to the pack. I shove my warmest sweaters in. When the pack is full I put two jackets on, one over the other, and two pairs of socks. It will be too warm, but I’ve got to wear everything I don’t carry. I put all my pills in my pockets, rattling in their amber tubes. If ever there was a time to keep calm, this is it.

Then I go to the garden and dig up the knife. I shake it free of earth and hang it on my belt.

OLIVIA

Lauren’s voice reaches deep into my dream. It has the biting edge of panic. “Help,” she hisses. “Olivia, he’s taking us away.”

I twitch an ear. The dark is quiet around me. I had been dreaming of sweet cream and it was very pleasant. I am not perhaps at my most receptive.

What?

“Ted,” she says. “He’s taking us outside, to the woods. You have to help.”

Oh, I say coldly. I’m just a stupid cat, I’m afraid. I can’t help.

“Please,” she says. “Please, you have to. I’m afraid.” Her voice is like scratched glass. “Please, Olivia. It’s happening now. He’s making us into gods. This is our last chance.”

I say, I don’t exist. So that sounds like a you problem.

She starts to cry, in broken ragged sobs. “Don’t you understand that if he kills me, you die too? I don’t want to die.” She sniffs. And despite myself I feel a little sorry for her. She is a hurt child. She didn’t mean what she said.

I’ll try, I say slowly. But I can’t promise anything. Now leave me alone. I have to focus.

As usual, everyone is relying on the gd cat. Honestly, teds are gd useless.