![]() In the branches of a willow behind him, a red-winged blackbird chirped. She’s been gone two years.” He stood up and looked around, embarrassed, trying to clear the lump from his throat. 'He can't die,' she whispered, thinking of Mae. She could see him again, sprawled motionless on the sun-blanched grass. At once the image of the man in the yellow suit rose up. "She cradled her head in her arms and closed her eyes. And suddenly she longed for a thunderstorm." Again and again it throbbed, without a sound. And then, over the treetops, on the faraway horizon, there was a flash of white. There was not the least hint of a breeze to soften the heavy August night. "Winnie watched the sky slide into blackness over the wood outside her window. ![]() But there were new threads now, tugging and insistent, which tied her just as firmly to the Tucks” That feeling-it tied her to them, to her mother, her father, her grandmother, with strong threads too ancient and precious to be broken. She rocked, gazing out at the twilight, and the soothing feeling came reliably into her bones. It was satisfying and lonely, both at once. And no amount of telling about it could help them understand or share what she felt. Things had happened to her that were hers alone, and had nothing to do with them. “Well, thought Winnie, crossing her arms of the windowsill, she was different. ![]()
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