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The temperature dropped more than twenty degrees without the sun. Early September and Adelaide, spoiled by a childhood in the Lucerne Valley, felt crippled by the chill. She limped alongside Mr. Olsen. He asked if she felt all right more than once and she lied, told him she felt fine.
The Mudges had come from rural Washington and seemed better suited to the relentless chill. Blindness or not, those boys looked heartier than her right now. With the daylight gone, the night enveloped them like a shroud, and Mr. Olsen lit the lantern. Any landscape more than ten feet from them had been erased. If not for the light in Mr. Olsen's hand, the night would've gobbled them up altogether.