. . Sort Of Chapter 57 They found her at the hideawaysis. She was curled up in her corner, rocking back and forth, back and forth, with her eyes closed. She’d written IT in the wood all around her. Big ITs, small ITs, they sneered and screamed at her. The cat was watching her, crying, “Maoh.” For a moment the Pattisons stood there, staring. “Oh,” RB sighed, and he was scared. “Ferris Boyd,” Delly hollered, trying to get through the wall of ITs. But she just kept rocking. “Ferris Boyd.” RB sobbed. He was crawling toward her, like he would touch her. “RB, stop,” Delly commanded. So he did. “Come here,” she said, and pulled him to her. Then they sat together, waiting for their friend. After a long time Ferris Boyd slowed down. After a long, long time she stopped. “Ferris Boyd,” Delly asked, “can you hear me?” The girl’s right ear went up the tiniest bit. Delly started in. “Danny Novello’s an idiot.” Just the name made Ferris Boyd flinch. Delly went on anyway.
