His face was all concern, and he came close enough, almost took my arm, then stopped himself. I have come in here and told nothing but the truth. It wasn’t the way hehad thought it would be. I could feel myself slipping again.
I could smell Caleb's skin, the soap he'd used that morning, and the fear like something bitter under that clean skin. Even the fire hydrants were painted green, red, and white like the flags. He heard himself saying it, quietly, almost with reverence: “That was a play. Not they, only Asher.
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