Chapter 5
Zoe
The rest of that day and all of the next, Penny stayed safely shut in the house. She spent most of the time in her room, rereading one of her old books, which failed to hold her interest for more than a few minutes at a time, tuning her bedside radio endlessly in search of something that wasn’t country music or talk radio, and staring out the small round window across the room from her bed. She could see the fox’s hill in the far distance, and just past its crest, the high boughs of a grove of trees.
Sometimes she saw the fox, a far off speck moving in the distance.
When Penny had to go downstairs, she moved with speed, glancing cautiously through any window she happened to pass, seeing that weird talking fox more often than not. Sometimes it seemed to grin at her; someti
