At first the muffled cry seemed to be only a memory, a fragment of a shrill argument from another strange house in the past, echoing across time. When she heard the first scream, Chyna was gazing at the stars, drawn by their cold light as she had been since childhood, fascinated by the thought of distant worlds that might be barren and clean, free of pestilence. Storm clouds coming across the mountains from the northwest would soon darken the night, turning the silver hills first to pewter and then to blackest iron. An inconstant breeze stirred through the valley, and sometimes the wild grass seemed to roll like ocean waves across the slopes, softly aglimmer with lambent lunar light.Ībove the hills was the Coast Range, and above those peaks were cascades of stars and a full white moon. Vague geometric patterns.īeyond the cultivated rows were gentle hills mantled in long dry grass, silver in the moonlight. From the guest-room window, the early-spring vineyards were barely visible. Laura was in another room, at the far end of the second-floor hall, no doubt sound asleep, at peace because this house was not at all strange to her. She sat in the darkness in a medallion-back armchair at one of the two windows in the guest room, gazing out at the moonlit vineyards, fields, and hills of the Napa Valley. Nevertheless, this first night at the Templetons’ house, Chyna was reluctant to undress and go to bed. These days, her life was almost as stable as that of a cloistered nun, as meticulously planned as any bomb squad’s procedures for disarming an explosive device, and without any of the turmoil on which her mother had thrived. Now she was long rid of her troubled mother and free to stay only where she wished. So many terrible things had happened to them in so many places that Chyna eventually learned to view each new house not as a new beginning, not with hope for stability and happiness, but with suspicion and quiet dread. Throughout her childhood and adolescence, her mother had dragged her from one end of the country to the other, staying nowhere longer than a month or two. Chyna Shepherd could not sleep comfortably in strange houses.
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