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Chapter 9 The scent of spring overtook winter’s air. Soon, the last of the ice and snow would melt away. Bulbs would push their little heads up through the dark earth. They’d blossom into beautiful things, and then they’d die away. They’d wait underground through another long winter, only to start all over again. Ruth tried to remember if she’d seen any plants coming up last week, when she’d fallen on Doug’s front lawn. It was such a shock to see her husband’s best friend dressed in women’s clothing. Doug had always seemed so misogynistic. That’s why she avoided him. He was a creep. But when he’d pulled Ruth into his house, a strange calm came over her. Weird reaction. Any normal woman would panic, but Ruth gave herself over to it. In truth, his attire tamped down her anger. S