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to talk, using ASL.
    Becky stuck out her lower lip and signed back.
    “Pancakes?”
    “Cereal?” Alice asked her. The girl needed something more substantial than pancakes.
    “Pancakes,” Becky signed insistently. Alice pretended to think it over, as if she were engaged in a serious diplomatic negotiation. Finally she signed back.
    “Cereal—then pancakes?”
    Becky smiled.
    “Deal.”
    Todd came in, looking shaved and combed, pulling the jacket of his dark suit on over his crisp white shirt. She looked at him appreciatively. The man cleaned up good. Handsome and kind—and sexy. She was lucky to have him.
    He poured himself a cup of coffee, filling the cup a little too much.
    “We’re going to be late… again.”
    Alice glanced at him as he swigged the coffee—and she saw two drops of coffee fall on his crisp white shirt.
    “Shit!” Todd said.
    Tom laughed as Becky and Alice both said, “Watch it!” Becky had read his lips.
    Alice bent to examine the stain.
    “There’s another shirt in your closet. I picked up the dry cleaning yesterday.”
    Todd grinned. “You’re my angel.”
    “Don’t you forget it.”
    He leaned toward her. Alice smiled.
    “Easy, tiger… we’re running late. Remember?”
    Todd walked toward the living room, headed for the bedroom and that clean shirt. He was thinking that Alice probably didn’t want a weekend away from Becky, his parents babysitting or not. His mother didn’t know much about signing and seemed exasperated, at times, with Becky’s attempts at speaking.
    He stopped, looking down the front hallway. Why was the front door open? And wide open, too…
    He was about to call out, ask Alice if she’d left the door open—and that’s when the guy with blood on his face leapt at him, charging from the bathroom. The man snarled, fingers bent into claws as he came. He wore a bloodied, torn suit, as if he’d been on his way to work when this madness swept over him.
    Todd reeled back, yelling incoherently, and then the guy—a complete stranger —bit his forearm. Hard. Tearing through fabric, through skin, sinking his teeth into Todd’s flesh. Blood splashed across his crisp white shirt. Todd wrenched his arm away, then struck the stranger, making him stagger back a step.
    But he wasn’t going to run away—Todd could see it in his milky-white eyes. He was going to finish what he started.
    Who or what was this guy?
    Alice and Becky ran into the hall gawking, Becky started making a high-pitched noise of fright, deep in her throat, seeing her father fight with the madman.
    “Todd!” Alice shouted.
    Alice knew, somehow, as she scooped up Becky in her arms, what the attacker was. Not a madman—nothing so simple. Not some drug-addled housebreaker, either. No.
    This strange assailant was… undead ?
    How did she know that? She wasn’t sure…
    Todd flung the Undead off him, so that the man stumbled back, crashing through a glass table in the front hall. Broken glass flew and tinkled. But the Undead was up on its feet almost instantly.
    “Get Becky away!” Todd shouted, crouching to block his family from the creature.
    Unsure of what to do, how to help Todd and protect Becky both, Alice stepped back—and heard a riotous smashing of glass behind her. She turned, looked through the archway into the kitchen, and saw another one, half lunged through the broken glass of the upper half of the kitchen screen door. He was caught in the window’s remains, the jagged edges in the frame ripping at his stomach, but didn’t seem to notice or care.
    He clawed toward Alice and Becky, growling hungrily, heedlessly ripping his belly more as he tried to slither into the room.
    She looked for Todd—and didn’t see him.
    A third Undead came roaring through the front door—and straight at Alice.
    Still carrying Becky, she ran down the hall, moving full tilt, and Becky somehow felt light in her arms. Adrenaline was singing through her veins, but it was as if she was running in slow