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That  \nbacked up,she rolled  \nevening I warned  \noff and was crushed  \nheragain about not  \nunder the wheels;a  \ntalking to strang-  \ntwo-year oldboy rid-  \ners and told her  \ning with his father on a tractor fell off andwas mangled;a newborn's arm waschewed off by the family dog,a brownmongrel,part golden retriever,part do-berman.Threewhite coffins within weeksof each other.  \nThefirst day of school,after I'dstraight-ened the pictures in the hall and livingroom,we left the house together.I wassurprised to see how many other parentsdropped their children off.But the nextweek there were less,and by the thirdweek only the dentist's wife and I stilldrove our children to school and pickedthem up.The following MondayI was theonly parent waiting untilmydaughter wassafely inside the double door.  \nnever to leave school withanother woman,even if the woman told her I had sent her.What woman,Andrea wanted to know.Never mind,I said,just remember not togo with her.  \nI dreamed of her that night,of the lightblue eyes,unnaturally pale and large,ofthe slowly twisting arms.She held mydaughter's hand,and as I reached out forAndrea,the woman's lips drew apart in ahorrible smile,and I saw that her teethwere brown stumps.  \nOur town is small:2368 people.Weknow each other,know each other's chil-dren.Accidents like this make us cau-tious.Something was changing—we allagreed on that and drew closer,watchingourchildren more carefully,warning themabout the dangers in crossing the street,climbing a tree,riding their bikes.  \nThat's when I saw the woman.  \nThe next morning she was there again,wearing the small sleeveless dress,stand-ing closer to the double door than the daybefore.I got out of the car and walkedAndrea up the wide stops,holding herhand firmly in mine.As we passed thewoman,I looked at her face,just to let herknow I was forewarned.She lookedthrough me.It was a cool morning,butthat's not why I shivered.This time Iwaited in my car to see where she wouldgo,but she stayed in the same spot like anapparition cast upon the dark bricks of thebuilding,turning her thin arms.  \nCall it premonition,whatever—all Iknowisthat it didn't surprise me to see herthere.I didn't know her,but I had ex-pected her for some time.  \nThe beginning of August,aday after I'dreplaced the light bulbs in our house,three-year old Austin Smith disappeared.My husband and I took turns helping thesearch parties,combing the woods,call-ing his name in the night,the sound ofother voices like echoes from a distance.The police dredged the lake.Two dayslater Austin Smith was found on Route 7,several miles from town,wearing redshorts and a blue shirt his mother hadnever seen,talking about apretty lady anda kitten he'd played with.For a while theevening paper printed articles about thesearch for the woman,but she was notfound.  \nStanding nextto the building,shestaredv","cbCaiaKJu0sY3zb7","https://ap.wps.com/l/cbCaiaKJu0sY3zb7","pdf",253564,"English","# Bad Luck\n## School-day dread\n## The strange woman\n## Disappearances and omens","[{\"question\":\"What happens to the missing child Austin Smith?\",\"answer\":\"Austin Smith disappears in early August and is later found a few days later, while reports about the woman continue without locating her.\"}]","Bad Luck - A Short Story | PDF"]