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Eldridge Tyler was driving a long straight two-lane road in
Nebraska when his cell phone rang.  It was very late in the
afternoon.  He was taking his granddaughter home after
buying her shoes.  His truck was a crew-cab Silverado the
color of a day-old newspaper, and the kid was flat on her
back in the small rear seat.  She was not asleep.  She was
lying there wide-awake with her legs held up.  She was
staring fascinated at the huge white sneakers wobbling
around in the air two feet above her face.  She was making
strange sounds with her mouth.  She was eight years old. 
Tyler figured she was a late developer.
-Lee Child,   Worth Dying For