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Chapter 13
ButonceIhadmounted,thestirrupwouldnotbeneeded.MaybeIcouldnotstopthisprocess,butIneedneverstartanother.Ididnotneedorwanttobeacitizenofthisgrayanddangerouscountry.IhadnothingtodowiththecomingtragedyofJuly7.Itwasnotmyprocess,butIcouldanticipateandIcoulduseit.
Oneofouroldestandmostoftendisprovedmythsisthataman’sthoughtsshowinhisface,thattheeyesarethewindowsofthesoul.Itisn’tso.Onlysicknessshows,ordefeatordespair,whicharedifferentkindsofsickness.Somerarepeoplecanfeelbeneath,cansenseachangeorhearasecretsignal.IthinkmyMaryfeltachange,butshemisinterpretedit,andIthinkMargieYoung-Huntknew—butshewasawitchandthatisaworrisomething.Itseemedtomethatshewasintelligentaswellasmagic—andthat’sevenmoreworrisome.
IfeltsurethatMr.Bakerwouldgoonaholiday,probablyonFridayafternoonoftheFourthofJulyweekend.ThestormwouldhavetobreakFridayorSaturdaytogiveittimetotakeeffectbeforeelectionanditwaslogicaltosupposethatMr.Bakerwouldwanttobeawaywhentheshockcame.Ofcoursethatdidn’tmattermuchtome.Itwasmoreanexerciseinanticipation,butitdidmakeseveralmovesnecessaryonThursday,justincaseheleftthatnight.MySaturdaymatterwassofinelypracticalthatIcouldmovethroughitinmysleep.IfIhadanyfearofthat,itwasmorelikeasmallstagefright.
OnMonday,June27,MarullocameinsoonafterIhadopenedup.
