CHAPTER 53A table that looked like it might have come from the bakery next door flew into the shop carrying with it a cascade of glass from the display window through which it had just plunged. Mara spun around to see at least a dozen shedding victims pushing each other, knocking down the remaining shards of glass jutting out from the window frame, kicking gadgets and signs out of their path to get inside. One woman in a hospital gown had cleared the window ahead of the pack and made a halting beeline to where Mara and the little girl, who said her name was Hannah, stood.
Mara bent down, wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist and swung her onto a hip. As she took a step toward the back of the shop, the girl yelled, “I have to give you that.” She waved her arms, reaching to the floor towar
