For me, though, that second hour was anticlimactic. The scene that made the biggest impression was the heartbreakingly quiet one in the midst of the action. Perrone, having waited up all night on the front stoop of the house she shares with her father, picks up the morning paper as soon as it hits her lawn. She reads Carter’s story on the front page, her face pale. Then she slowly runs down her block, barefoot and dazed, trying to pick up all of her neighbor’s copies of the paper before anyone else can read it. But it’s no use: once the news is out, it can’t be put back in.
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