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“
She
already
knows
what
to
do
,
”
Alia
said
.
“
I
will
tell
them
the
truth
,
”
Harah
said
.
Her
face
seemed
suddenly
old
and
sad
with
its
olive
skin
drawn
into
frown
wrinkles
,
a
witchery
in
the
sharp
features
.
“
I
will
tell
them
that
Alia
only
pretends
to
be
a
little
girl
,
that
she
has
never
been
a
little
girl
.
”
Alia
shook
her
head
.
Tears
ran
down
her
cheeks
,
and
Jessica
felt
the
wave
of
sadness
from
her
daughter
as
though
the
emotion
were
her
own
.
“
I
know
I
’
m
a
freak
,
”
Alia
whispered
.
The
adult
summation
coming
from
the
child
mouth
was
like
a
bitter
confirmation
.
“
You
’
re
not
a
freak
!
”
Harah
snapped
.
“
Who
dared
say
you
’
re
a
freak
?
”
Again
,
Jessica
marveled
at
the
fierce
note
of
protectiveness
in
Harah
’
s
voice
.
Jessica
saw
then
that
Alia
had
judged
correctly
—
they
did
need
Harah
.
The
tribe
would
understand
Harah
—
both
her
words
and
her
emotions
—
for
it
was
obvious
she
loved
Alia
as
though
this
were
her
own
child
.
“
Who
said
it
?
”
Harah
repeated
.
“
Nobody
.
”
Alia
used
a
corner
of
Jessica
’
s
aba
to
wipe
the
tears
from
her
face
.
She
smoothed
the
robe
where
she
had
dampened
and
crumpled
it
.
