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1002778Angels Dance on the Head of a Pinhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/angels-dance-on-the-head-of-a-pin/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/864473/90356ac6-7e6b-4eb7-a2eb-b603d0d7696c.jpg?v=6386898384463700008282MXNLifeRich PublishingInStock/Ebooks/999316Angels Dance on the Head of a Pin8282https://www.gandhi.com.mx/angels-dance-on-the-head-of-a-pin/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/864473/90356ac6-7e6b-4eb7-a2eb-b603d0d7696c.jpg?v=638689838446370000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20229781489744722_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_<p>In 1962, a thirteen-year-old altar boy and a teenybopper meet on a train to Chicago. Both are shuttling between relatives of their respective dysfunctional families. Willie lives in Hyde Park with her mother and stepfather. Scott lives in a Loop hotel with his Great Uncle Ode while waiting for the annulment of his parents marriage. Willie and Scott spend the summer commiserating and enjoying Chicago, with Willie educating Scott on pop culture and highlights of her city and Scott sharing with her opera, the library, and hikes in the park. Soon, though, its time for them both to return to reality. Alone on his last night at Odes hotel, Scott discovers a distraught Willie, who threatens to jump from the roof, having accidentally killed her stepfather while fending off another sexual advance. Scott talks her down and convinces her to run away to Odes Wisconsin cabin to seek his advice. When Ode fails to show, the two teens are forced to fend for themselves there in the woods. Winter sets in, and it becomes apparent that Willie is seriously ill. This is only the beginning of their struggles in a new world of their making, away from abuse and unhappiness. Scott and Willie have already been through so much, but together, they might find peace and a loving family among the Ho Chunk.</p>...(*_*)9781489744722_<p>The empty Sky Room was an oval Victorian greenhouse restaurant atop Chicagos about-to-be-destroyed 17-story Majestic Hotel. It was a penthouse covering three-fourths of the roof, which was surrounded by a safety parapet about three feet high, capped with glazed tile the green color of oxidized bronze. I expected that Willie would be waiting to leap out at me from behind one of the abandoned fake plants. All I heard over the storm was the murmuring of pigeons hiding in the chimney from the rain. I stood in the center of the room, figuring Willie must have secreted herself in her trench coat and hat against one of the ebony oak pilasters along the edge of the room. I waited for lightning to give away her position. It did. I saw her outside the glass walls through rivulets of rain, as sheet lightning illuminated the clouds over the lake, silhouetting Willie perched atop the parapet wall on the far corner of the building like some sort of gargoyle. The tails of her trench coat were flapping in the gale rising from Quincy Street. Her rain hat was gone and her drenched black curls were writhing on each side of her face. I ran to the door shed left open and stepped toward her. She crouched like a swimmer on a starting block, staring at the bottom of the pool stories below... a very dark pool. A flashing traffic light jaundiced her face like some wild Hitchcock effect. She didnt look at me, but down toward the blinking amber light. I stopped dead in my tracks, not sure what to do. She was perched only a few feet from where I stood. If I startled her, she could fall. I looked for a gentle way to get her attention. The low thunder from the sheet lightning over Lake Michigan growled in our faces. Suddenly a shock wave of light and heat, like a nuclear blast, erupted as lightning struck the boom of the demolition derrick. A gust of hot firey dragon breath belched from the crane. Willie bolted straight up, but she lost her footing on the parapets wet glazed cap. As she did, I leapt from the doorway and was able to catch hold of the tail of her trench coat just as her butt hit the edge and slipped over the side. I had the trench coat and the trench coat had Willie, but only by her arms. I was in a tug-of-war where both sides would win, or both sides would lose. Without thought, I collected all the material from her coat that I could and twisted it by ducking and pirouetting behind the parapet. This wrapped the makeshift hawser around my left forearm for a more-secure grip. I peered over the parapet where I could see the top of Willies head with her arms raised up above her like count Dracula about to turn into a bat and take flight. Cross your arms! I shouted, but there was no response.</p>...9781489744722_LifeRich Publishinglibro_electonico_1b1b17e8-dff9-30ba-923f-230892d2486b_9781489744722;9781489744722_9781489744722GlenScott ThomasInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/ingram52-epub-2b601b8c-c237-4bfb-aed7-14b79b6cc321.epub2022-12-02T00:00:00+00:00LifeRich Publishing