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I
was
in
the
hall
,
reaching
in
the
closet
for
a
raincoat
as
Mary
wished
,
when
I
heard
a
scuffle
and
a
scramble
and
a
rush
and
Ellen
flung
herself
at
me
,
grunting
and
snuffling
.
She
buried
her
bleeding
nose
against
my
breast
and
pinned
my
elbows
down
with
encircling
arms
.
And
her
whole
little
body
shook
.
I
took
her
by
the
forelock
and
pulled
her
head
up
under
the
hall
night
light
.
"
Take
me
with
you
.
"
"
Silly
,
I
can
’
t
.
But
if
you
’
ll
come
in
the
kitchen
,
I
’
ll
wash
your
face
.
"
"
Take
me
with
you
.
You
’
re
not
coming
back
.
"
"
What
do
you
mean
,
skookum
?
Of
course
I
’
m
coming
back
.
I
’
m
always
coming
back
.
You
go
up
to
bed
and
rest
.
Then
you
’
ll
feel
better
.
"
"
You
won
’
t
take
me
?
"
"
Where
I
’
m
going
they
wouldn
’
t
let
you
in
.
Do
you
want
to
stand
outside
in
your
nightgown
?
"
"
You
can
’
t
.
"
She
grappled
me
again
and
her
hands
caressed
and
stroked
my
arms
,
my
sides
,
dug
her
balled
fists
into
my
side
pockets
so
that
I
was
afraid
she
might
find
the
razor
blades
.
She
was
always
a
caressing
girl
,
a
stroking
girl
,
and
a
surprising
girl
.
Suddenly
she
released
me
and
stood
back
with
her
head
raised
and
her
eyes
level
and
without
tears
.
I
kissed
her
dirty
little
cheek
and
felt
the
dried
blood
against
my
mouth
.
And
then
I
turned
to
the
door
.
