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Scout slept little that night. She gave up at what she assumed would be about dawn back home and slipped out of bed, gathering up her shoes and managing to sneak herself and the dogs out the door without waking the others.
A hospital worker sitting in a chair just down the hall from the room looked up as she stepped out of the room, but if he was there to guard them, he made no move to stop her as she clipped the leashes on the dogs’ collars, pulled on her shoes, and headed out of the hospital.
The marketplace was as lively as ever, black marketers in their wide array of clothing spilling in and out of the various shops, gaming halls, and drinking establishments. None of them bothered Scout or her dogs. Quite the contrary; the persistence of their behavior, the basic honesty of what
