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Because Travis was not much of a drinker, three beers were enough to insure against insomnia. He was asleep within seconds of putting his head on the pillow. He dreamed that he was the ringmaster in a circus where all the performing animals could speak, and after each show he visited them in their cages, where each animal told him a secret that amazed him even though he forgot it as soon as he moved along to the next cage and the next secret.

Einstein pressed his snout to the glass and mewled nervously.

"Somebody out there?" Travis asked, getting off the bed, pulling on his jeans.

Einstein pressed his snout to the glass and mewled nervously.

The dog dropped onto all fours and hurried out of the bedroom.

"Are you worried that it's still after you?" he asked.

Einstein glanced at him, then returned his attention to the moon-washed night. He whined softly, and his ears perked up slightly.

Einstein nuzzled and licked Travis's hand as if reassured and grateful. But he looked out the window again and issued a barely audible whimper.

Engine purring, tires whispering, a car went by on the street.

Travis had to coax him back into the bedroom. There, the dog wanted to lie on the bed beside his master, and in the interest of calming the animal, Travis did not object.

"What's wrong, boy?" Travis asked.

Einstein pressed his snout to the glass and mewled nervously.

Engine purring, tires whispering, a car went by on the street.

The dog woofed once, quietly.

The day following her encounter with Art Streck, Nora Devon went for a long walk, intending to explore parts of the city that she had never seen before. She had taken short walks with Violet once a week. Since the old woman's death, Nora still went out, though less often, and she never ventured farther than six or eight blocks from home. Today, she would go much farther. This was to be the first small step in a long journey toward liberation and self-respect.

Exhausted from the emotional as well as the physical exertions of the day, Travis was soon asleep.

Einstein glanced at him, then returned his attention to the moon-washed night. He whined softly, and his ears perked up slightly.

"Somebody out there?" Travis asked, getting off the bed, pulling on his jeans.

Einstein nuzzled and licked Travis's hand as if reassured and grateful. But he looked out the window again and issued a barely audible whimper.

"What's wrong, boy?" Travis asked.

The dog woofed once, quietly.

Travis found him at another window in the darkened living room, studying the night on that side of the house. Crouching beside the dog, putting a hand on the broad furry back, he said, "What's the matter? Huh?"

Einstein nuzzled and licked Travis's hand as if reassured and grateful. But he looked out the window again and issued a barely audible whimper.

Exhausted from the emotional as well as the physical exertions of the day, Travis was soon asleep.

The dog regarded him solemnly.

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