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After
a
time
Ellen
put
the
talisman
firmly
and
precisely
back
in
its
place
and
she
closed
the
glass
-
fronted
case
and
twisted
the
brass
key
that
kept
it
closed
.
Then
she
turned
and
walked
past
my
chair
and
up
the
stairs
.
Two
things
I
may
have
imagined
—
one
,
that
she
did
not
walk
like
a
child
but
like
a
fulfilled
woman
,
and
second
,
that
as
she
went
the
luminescence
drained
away
from
her
.
These
may
be
impressions
,
children
of
my
mind
,
but
a
third
thing
is
not
.
As
she
ascended
the
stairs
,
there
was
no
creak
of
wood
.
She
must
have
been
walking
near
to
the
wall
,
where
the
treads
do
not
complain
In
a
few
moments
I
followed
her
and
found
her
in
her
bed
,
asleep
and
properly
covered
.
She
breathed
through
her
mouth
and
her
face
was
a
sleeping
child
’
s
face
.
On
compulsion
I
went
down
the
stairs
again
and
opened
the
glass
case
.
I
took
the
mound
in
my
hands
.
It
was
warm
from
Ellen
’
s
body
.
As
I
had
done
in
childhood
,
I
traced
the
endless
flowing
form
with
my
forefingertip
and
I
took
comfort
in
it
.
I
felt
close
to
Ellen
because
of
it
.
I
wonder
,
did
the
stone
bring
her
somehow
close
to
me
—
to
the
Hawleys
?
On
Monday
perfidious
spring
dodged
back
toward
winter
with
cold
rain
and
raw
gusty
wind
that
shredded
the
tender
leaves
of
too
trusting
trees
.
The
bold
and
concupiscent
bull
sparrows
on
the
lawns
,
intent
on
lechery
,
got
blown
about
like
rags
,
off
course
and
off
target
,
and
they
chattered
wrathfully
against
the
inconstant
weather
.
I
greeted
Mr
.
Red
Baker
on
his
tour
,
his
tail
blown
sideways
like
a
battle
flag
.
He
was
an
old
acquaintance
,
squinting
his
eyes
against
the
rain
.
I
said
,
"
From
now
on
you
and
I
can
be
friends
on
the
surface
,
but
I
feel
it
only
right
to
tell
you
that
our
smiles
conceal
a
savage
contest
,
a
conflict
of
interests
.
"
I
could
have
said
more
but
he
was
anxious
to
finish
his
chores
and
get
under
cover
.
The
Morph
was
on
time
.
He
may
have
been
waiting
for
me
—
probably
was
.
"
Hell
of
a
day
,
"
he
said
,
and
his
oiled
-
silk
raincoat
flapped
and
billowed
around
his
legs
.
"
I
hear
you
did
a
social
turn
with
my
boss
.
"
"
I
needed
some
advice
.
He
gave
me
tea
too
.
"
"
He
’
ll
do
that
.
"
"
You
know
how
advice
is
.
You
only
want
it
if
it
agrees
with
what
you
wanted
to
do
anyway
.
"
