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“Iseeyouareawakelittleone.”
It is the Sun-Haired Her who has spoken. She is at the eating place, with the thin stick in her hand again, the tool that leaves blue markings behind.
Girl gets up and goes into the cleaning place, where the magical pool is now empty. She pulls down her pants and sits on the cold circle. When she is done peeing, she hits the white thing.
In the other room, Her stands up. She is hitting her hands together, making a sound like a hunter’s shot and smiling.
Girl likes that smile. It makes her feel safe.
From the babble of forbidden sounds, Girl hears “Come.”
She moves slowly, hunched over, holding her insides tightly. She knows how dangerous a moment like this can be, especially when her guard is down. She should always stay afraid, but the smile and the air and the softness of the sleeping place make her forget the cave. Him.
She sits where Sun Hair wants her to. I’ll be good, she thinks, looking up, trying to force the happy face.
Sun Hair brings her food to eat.
Girl remembers the rules, and she knows the price of disobeying. It is a lesson Him taught her lots of times. She waits for Sun Hair to smile and nod, to say something. When it is done, Girl eats the sweet, sticky food. When she is finished, Sun Hair takes the rest of the food away. Girl waits.
Finally, Sun Hair sits across from Girl. She touches her chest and says the same thing over and over. “Jool Ya.” Then she touches Girl.
“A lis. A lis.”
Girl wants to be good, wants to stay in this place, with this Her that smiles, and she knows that something is expected of her now, but she has no idea what she should do. It seems as if Sun Hair wants Girl to make the bad sounds, but that can’t be true. Her heart is beating so fast it makes her feel sick and dizzy.
Finally, Sun Hair pulls back her hand. She reaches into the square hole beside her and begins putting things on the table.
Girl is mesmerized. She has never seen any of these things. She wants to touch them, taste and smell them.
Sun Hair takes one of the pointed sticks and touches it to the book of lines. Behind her touch, everything is red. “Kraon. Colorbook.”
Girl makes a sound of wonder.
Sun Hair looks up. She is talking to Girl now. In all the babble of sound, she begins to hear a repetition. “A lis play.”
Play.
Girl frowns, trying to understand. She almost knows these sounds.
But Sun Hair keeps talking, keeps pulling things out of the secret place until Girl can’t remember what she is trying to remember. Every new object seizes hold of her, makes her want to reach out.
Then, when Girl is almost ready to make her move, to touch the pointed red stick, Sun Hair pulls It out.
Girl screams and scrambles backward, but she is trapped by this cage on which she sits. She falls, hits her head, and screams again, then crawls on her hands and knees toward the safety of the trees.
She knew she shouldn’t have let her guard down. So what that she can breathe here? It is a little thing, a trick.
Sun Hair is frowning at her, talking in a haze of white noise. Girl can make out no sounds at all. Her heart is beating so fast it sounds like the drums of the tribe that fish along her river.
There is almost no space between
them now.
Sun Hair holds It out.
Girl screams again and claws at her hair, blowing her nose. Him is here. He knows she likes Sun Hair and he will hurt her now. All she can think is the sound she knows best of all.
Noooo . . .
