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a dress or sit silently for two hours, because it’s Monday, and the meetings are on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays, which is also the day they go out in door-to-door service. Sometimes they go on Saturdays too.
    Cars move past more slowly than usual, and Emily hopes that Lenora will be able to see her through the snow. A few more drive by but no one stops, and she is halfway home. Emily looks down to check her watch, and something hits her in the face — an explosion, she stumbles, she can’t see — cold, sharp clumps of ice slide down her cheek and neck. It stings more than a slap across her face.
    â€” What’s the matter, didn’t Jesus save you? You gonna cry, you little Jesus freak?
    Tammy Bales laughs shrilly in front of her. Even with one eye closed, Emily sees her pick up another handful of snow.
    â€” Shouldn’t you be out knocking on people’s doors, you loser?
    Emily says nothing, and silently prays, Please Jehovah, make Tammy stop persecuting me, please don’t let her hit me again, in Jesus’ name, Amen.
    â€” What’s the matter, freak, you scared? Tammy laughs again and raises her arm. Instinctively, Emily ducks.
    â€” You’re pathetic, you and your whole family. We almost set the dogs on you yesterday, you and your nerd father, all dressed up carrying your Bibles around.
    Tammy shoves her, and Emily trips over her own feet and falls onto the side of the road. A car sounds its horn, swerves, and keeps going.
    â€” That’s right, we were home yesterday, but we didn’t answer the door. We hid behind the curtains, my mom and my sister and me, laughing laughing laughing at you!
    Emily gets up and tries to walk past her, tries to ignore her, but Tammy blocks her way. She concentrates and bites her cheeks — she will not cry in front of Tammy — and they stand in the snow at the side of the road, facing each other. Tammy isn’t even wearing a hat or gloves.
    â€” Say something, you freak!
    â€” No! Emily tries to shout, but Tammy is faster and bigger, and pushes her down again. Emily lands in the ditch, and then Tammy is on top of her, knees pinning her arms down in the slush as she piles fistfuls of ice and snow in her face. It feels like thousands of needles stab her cheeks. Emily cannot scream, there is too much snow in her mouth, and this snow is not from heaven, it is filthy. Emily gags and gags and she can’t get up.
    â€” Hey! A car door slams but Tammy doesn’t stop.
    â€” Get off my sister, you slut! Lenora screams at Tammy and pulls her off, while someone else hauls Emily up by her wrists.
    â€” You okay, kid?
    Emily doesn’t recognize her. She wears a black and white striped hat, big boots up to her knees, a short plaid skirt, and a black wool coat. Her black eyeliner is thick around her eyes and her lips are black too.
    Emily starts to cry, and spits out the dirty snow, and the strange girl wipes Emily’s face with a tissue. A tall boy with a shaved head and black leather jacket leans against the blue sedan. A half-smile sits crooked on his face and his arms are folded across his wide chest. He pulls a cigarette from a blue and white package and lights it, still watching Emily. She has definitely never seen either of them before.
    Lenora, bigger than Tammy and even louder, chases her a few paces down the road. They stop, and Lenora’s hands are on her hips and she’s looking down, shouting right into Tammy’s face.
    â€” Pick on someone your own size, you loser! Just because you failed almost every grade doesn’t mean you can beat up little kids!
    â€” Fuck off! Tammy’s face is scrunched up and she takes an unsteady step backwards. She looks back toward Emily and Lenora’s friends.
    â€” No, fuck you, loser! Lenora’s blonde hair blows and whips around her head like she’s in a tornado and her feet are wide apart and her cheeks blaze. She spits, and it lands very