Cradle and All
Chapter One
BROTHERHOOD
SUNDOWN HAD BLOODIED THE HORIZON over the uneven rooftops of South
Boston. Birds were perched on every roof and seemed to be watching
the girl walking slowly below.
Kathleen Beavier made her way down a shadowy side street that was as
alien to her as the faraway surface of the moon. Actually, she was
here in Southie because it was so frozen, so obscure to her. She had
on a fatigue jacket, long patterned skirt, and black combat-style
boots - the urban streetwear look. The boots rubbed raw circles into
her heels, but she welcomed the pain. It was a distraction from the
unthinkable thing she had come to do.
This is so spooky, so unreal, so impossible, she thought.
The sixteen-year-old girl paused to catch her breath at the sparsely
trafficked intersection of Dorchester and Broadway. She didn't look
as if she belonged here. She was too preppy, maybe too pretty. That
was her plan, though. She'd never bump into anyone she knew in South
Boston.
With badly shaking hands, she pushed her gold wire-rimmed glasses
back into her blond hair. She'd washed it earlier with Aveda shampoo
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