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As
Rosalie
approached
him
,
he
turned
,
obviously
frightened
,
tears
in
his
eyes
.
She
had
the
feeling
,
without
knowing
why
,
that
this
was
someone
different
from
the
others
she
had
met
He
picked
up
the
butterfly
.
"
It
don
’
t
fly
anymore
.
"
She
smiled
at
him
warmly
,
wondering
if
she
should
risk
calling
him
by
his
right
name
.
Finally
she
whispered
^
"
Hello
,
Billy
.
I
’
ve
been
waiting
for
a
long
time
to
meet
you
.
"
She
sat
beside
him
on
the
steps
as
he
hugged
his
knees
and
looked
in
awe
at
the
grass
and
the
trees
and
the
sky
.
A
few
days
later
,
in
mini
-
group
,
Arthur
allowed
Billy
to
take
the
spot
again
and
work
with
clay
.
Nick
encouraged
him
to
model
a
head
,
and
Billy
worked
at
it
for
nearly
an
hour
,
rolling
the
clay
into
a
ball
,
adding
pieces
for
eyes
and
a
nose
,
and
pushing
in
two
pellets
for
the
irises
.
"
I
made
a
head
,
"
he
said
proudly
.
"
That
’
s
very
good
,
"
said
Nick
.
"
Who
is
it
supposed
to
be
?
"
"
Does
it
have
to
be
someone
?
"
"
No
,
I
just
thought
it
might
be
.
"
As
Billy
glanced
away
,
Allen
took
the
spot
and
looked
at
the
clay
head
in
disgust
—
it
was
just
a
gray
blob
with
pellets
of
clay
stuck
on
it
.
He
picked
up
the
modeling
tool
to
reshape
it
.
He
’
d
turn
it
into
a
bust
of
Abraham
Lincoln
or
maybe
Dr
.
George
,
and
show
Nick
what
real
sculpture
was
.
As
he
moved
toward
the
face
,
the
tool
slipped
,
digging
into
his
arm
and
drawing
blood
.
