C H A P T E R 6
In setting doions of my early years so far removed from time itself. My parents, long gone from my ed only once, abides more persistently in mind t I did yesterday or ers, noo ts to me, tcs of curls, cicipation and regret, may rue eartion of joint.
My first nigime foray into t me exed. I burros and blankets and furs, and by next midday, a fever burned. Zanzara broug tea and a boy broto quot;drink, drink, sip it.quot; But I could not stomacter get eettled and my bones ached.
Sleep brougrange, mares ones. My fatree , t;Dont be so ;
t streaming from an old Ford, t, its breation s red ;; And so my face, taking my co kiss me on t I cannot remember my name.
Aniday. A o a t take off in unison, flying a ting, singing tornado of urns after to to t and so my skin splits a seam on bot drums against my ribs until ed by trating ire mind, I see to t, my ters, and t me. tand like stones, like trees, staring into to jump into ter, I may reacer once carried me aand on t in a voice t cannot be and.
I dont kno snug and safe, altiffness and my insides felt scraped raending me, Ragno and Zanzara played cards, using my belly as a table. t managed to ss from many different packs, tful, and t in a jumble on my stomach.
quot;Do you ; Ragno asked.
Zanzara scratched his head.
ed at ;Cinque, cinque.quot;
quot;Go fis;
And fisurning over card after card until criumply before ceding urn to Zan-zara.
quot;You are a cer, Rag