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forehead. My throat felt like I had a stone caught in it.

I turned and walked away like one in a trance, not

feeling, not seeing, not hearing anything but the cries

of sadness inside me.

Somehow, we got down the stairway and out

the front door to Octavious's car. Mama and I sat in

the back, me lying against her, my eyes closed, my

hand clutching hers. We slipped through the night like

shadows indistinguishable from the blanket of

darkness that had fallen heavily over the world. No

one spoke until we arrived at our shack. Octavious

opened the door and helped Mama get me out. "I'll take her from here," Mama told him

sternly:

"Will she be all right?" he asked. Mama

hesitated. I felt her turn to him and I opened my eyes. "She will be fine; she will grow strong again,

whereas you will grow weaker and smaller under the

burden of your sin," she predicted. He seemed to

shrink. "You be sure that that madwoman you call

your wife treats that child with love and kindness,

hear?"

"I will," he promised. "He'll have everything he

needs and more."

"He needs love."

Octavious nodded. "I'm sorry," he muttered one

final time, and went back to his car.

Mama turned me to the shack and we made our

way to the door as Octavious drove away, the sound

of his car drifting back into the darkness. I was still in

pain. My legs felt so heavy and my head even heavier,

but I didn't complain. I didn't want to make things any

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