t feel out of place.

    My question caused  spasm of pain, but when she spoke, she was unequivocal.

    ‘Not Emmeline. Not  her.“

    “hen?”

    S, began to sy. Beginning to fear t it  my fato do to console me enderly, I stroked il, sooto rest her head on my shoulder.

    Finally s enougo be able to put o bed. in a sleepy, co stay, and so I stayed cime to time a surbed il tled back into peace.

    t my fat rose out of t  ing sands, day-trippers come to admire tecture and enjoy ticed t o tares of strangers. But not mine. I sa leaped. It o a mirror and seeing myself complete. it ardor I stared at t urned aare and reacs’ il t dark. ter, in t, betion, “ ’s all rig alone.”

    Sometime later, Dr. Clifton came. urned to see  t ime already. I slipped past , and t know o read.