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She stood statue…still； transfixed by the deadly spectacle of the flames。 Fire crawled lizardlike down the steps； one by one； and it slithered up the rail posts； then crept down the rail with a crisp； chuckling sound。
The smoke reached the bottom of the steps and enfolded her。 She coughed； and the coughing aggravated the pain in her head； making her dizzy again。 She put one hand against the wall to steady herself。
Everything was happening too fast。 The house was going up like a pile of well…seasoned tinder。
I'm going to die here。
That thought jolted her out of her trance。 She wasn't ready to die。 She was far too young。 There
was so much of life ahead of her； so many wonderful things to do； things she had long dreamed about doing。 It wasn't fair。 She refused to die。
She gagged on the smoke。 Turning away from the burning stairs； she put a hand over her nose and mouth； but that didn't help much。
She saw flames at the far end of the cellar； and for an instant she thought she was already encircled and that all hope of rescue was gone。 She cried out in despair； but then she realized the blaze hadn't found its way into the other end of the room after all。 The two points of fire that she was seeing were only the twin oil lamps that had provided her with light。 The flames in the lamps were harmless； safely ensconced in tall glass chimneys。
She coughed violently again； and the pain in her head settled down behind her eyes。 She found it difficult to concentrate。 Her thoughts were like droplets of quicksilver； sliding over one another and changing shape so often and so fast that she couldn't make sense of some of them。
She prayed silently and fervently。
Directly overhead； the ceiling groaned and appeared to shift。 For a few seconds she held her breath； clenched her teeth； and stood with her hands fisted at her sides； waiting to be buried in rubble。 But then she saw that the ceiling wasn't going to collapse… not yet。
Trembling； whimpering softly； she scurried to the nearest of the four high…set windows； It was rectangular； approximately eight inches from sill to top and eighteen inches from sash to sash； much too small to provide her with a means of escape。 The other three windows were identical to the first； there was no use even taking a closer look at them。
The air was being less breathable by the second。 Laura's sinuses ached and burned。 Her mouth was filled with the revulsive； bitter taste of the smoke。
For too long she stood beneath the window； staring up in frustration and confusion at the meager； milky light that came through the dirty pane and through the haze of smoke that pressed tightly against the glass。 She had the feeling she was overlooking an obvious and convenient escape hatch； in fact she was sure of it。 There was a way out； and it had nothing to do with the windows； but she couldn't get her mind off the windows； she was fixated on them； just as she had been fixated on the sight of the advancing flames a couple of minutes ago。 The pain in her head and behind her eyes throbbed more powerfully than ever； and with each agonizing pulsation； her thoughts became more muddled。
I'm going to die here。
A frightening vision flashed through her mind。 She saw herself afire； her dark hair turned blond by the flames that consumed it and standing straight up on her head as if it were not hair but the wick of a candle。 In the vision； she saw her face melting like wax； bubbling and steaming and liquefying； the features flowing together until her face no longer resembled that of a human being； until it was the hideously twisted countenance of a leering demon with empty eye sockets。
No！
She shook her head； dispelling the vision。
She was dizzy and getting dizzier。 She needed a draught of clean air to rinse out her polluted lungs； but with each breath she drew more smoke than she had drawn last time。 Her chest ached。
Nearby； a rhythmic pounding began； the noise was
even louder than her heartbeat； which drummed thunderously in her ears。
She turned in a circle； gagging and。 coughing； searching for the source of the hammering sound； striving to regain control of herself； struggling hard to think。
The hammering stopped。
''Laura 。 。
Above the incessant roar of the tire； she heard someone calling her name。
〃Laura。 。
〃I'm down here。。 。 in the cellar！〃 she shouted。 But the shout came out as nothing more than a whispered croak。 Her throat was constricted and already raw from the harsh smoke and the fiercely hot air。
The effort required to stay on her feet became too great for her。 She sank to her knees on the stone floor； slumped against the wall； and slid down until she was lying on her side。
〃Laura。。。〃 。 。
The pounding began again。 A fist beating on a door。
Laura discovered that the air at floor level was cleaner than that which she had been breathing。 She gasped frantically； grateful for this reprieve from suffocation。
For a few seconds the throbbing pain behind her eyes abated； and her thoughts cleared； and she remembered the outside entrance to the cellar； a pair of doors slant…set against the north wall of the house。 They were locked from the inside； so that no one could get in to rescue her； in the panic and confusion she had forgotten about those doors。 But now； if she kept her wits about her； she would be able to save herself。
〃Laura！〃 It was Aunt Rachael's voice。
Laura crawled to the northwest corner of the room； where the doors sloped down at the top of a short flight of steps。 She kept her head low； breathing the tainted but adequate air near the floor。 The edges of the mortared stones tore her dress and scraped skin off her knees。
To her left； the entire stairwell was burning now； and flames were spreading across the wooden ceiling。 Refracted and diffused by the smoky air； the firelight glowed on all sides of Laura； creating the illusion that she was crawling through a narrow tunnel of flames。 At the rate the blaze was spreading； the illusion would soon be fact。
Her eyes were swollen and watery； and she wiped at them as she inched toward escape。 She couldn't see very much。 She used Aunt Rachael's voice as a beacon and otherwise relied on instinct。
〃Laura！〃 The voice was near。 Right above her。
She felt along the wall until she located the setback in the stone。 She moved into that recess； onto the first step； lifted her head； but could see nothing： the darkness here was seamless。
〃Laura； answer me。 Baby； are you in there？〃
Rachael was hysterical； screaming so loudly and pounding on the outside doors with such persistence that she wouldn't have heard a response even if Laura had been capable of making one。
Where was Mama？ Why wasn't Mama pounding on the door； too？ Didn't Mama care？
Crouching in that cramped； hot； lightless space； Laura reached up and put her hand against one of the two slant…set doors above her bead。 The sturdy barrier quivered and rattled under the impact of Rachael's
small fists。 Laura groped blindly for the latch。 She put her hand over the warm metal fixture…and squarely over something else； too。 Something strange and unexpected。 Something that squirmed and was alive。 Small but alive。 She jerked conv