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They
sat
quietly
,
getting
their
breath
.
There
was
a
small
sound
like
an
insect
in
the
hay
.
They
both
heard
it
,
but
they
didn
’
t
look
at
the
sound
.
When
Douglas
moved
his
wrist
the
sound
ticked
in
another
part
of
the
haystack
.
When
he
brought
his
arm
around
on
his
lap
the
sound
ticked
in
his
lap
.
He
let
his
eyes
fall
in
a
brief
flicker
.
The
watch
said
three
o
’
clock
.
Douglas
moved
his
right
hand
stealthily
to
the
ticking
,
pulled
out
the
watch
stem
.
He
set
the
hands
back
.
Now
they
had
all
the
time
they
would
ever
need
to
look
long
and
close
at
the
world
,
feel
the
sun
move
like
a
fiery
wind
over
the
sky
.
But
at
last
John
must
have
felt
the
bodiless
weight
of
their
shadows
shift
and
lean
,
and
he
spoke
.
"
Doug
,
what
time
is
it
?
"
"
Two
-
thirty
.
"
John
looked
at
the
sky
.
Don
’
t
!
thought
Douglas
.
