r be here to be happy with glimmer in her mind . . . and felt
her push it away. Over our heads something huge crashed down on the roofthe lights flickered
and Ki began to weep again.
'Nohoney' I saidand began to walk with her. 'NohoneynoKidon't. Don'thoneydon't.'
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I walked her the way I think you're supposed to walk babies who have colic. She understood too
much for a three-year-oldand her suffering was consequently more terrible than any three-year-old
should have to bear. So I held her in my arms and walked herher shorts damp with urine and
rainwater under my handsher arms fever-hot around my neckher cheeks slathered with snot and
tearsher hair a soaked clump from our brief dash through the downpourher breath acetoneher
toy a strangulated black clump that sent dirty water trickling over her knuckles. I walked her. Back
and forth we went through Sara's living roomback and forth through dim light thrown by the
overhead and one lamp. Generator light is never quite steadynever quite still �� it seems to
breathe and sigh. Back and forth through the ceaseless low chiming of Bunter's belllike music
from that world we sometimes touch but never really see. Back and forth beneath the so
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