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           Thedevilwouldn’tbedevilishandratherattractive,butlikehim.

           Idrewhimthismorning.Iwantedtogethisface,toillustratethis.Butitwasn’tanygood,andhewantedit.SaidhewouldpayTWOHUNDREDguineasforit.Heismad.

           Itisme.Iamhismadness.

           Foryearshe’sbeenlookingforsomethingtoputhismadnessinto.Andhefoundme.

           Ican’twriteinavacuumlikethis.Tonoone.WhenIdrawIalwaysthinkofsomeonelikeG.P.atmyshoulder.

           Allparentsshouldbelikeours,thensistersreallybecomesisters.TheyhavetobetoeachotherwhatMinnyandIare.

           DearMinny.

           Ihavebeenhereoveraweeknow,andImissyouverymuch,andImissthefreshairandthefreshfacesofallthosepeopleIsohatedontheTubeandthefreshthingsthathappenedeveryhourofeverydayifonlyIcouldhaveseenthem—theirfreshness,Imean.ThethingImissmostisfreshlight.Ican’tlivewithoutlight.Artificiallight,allthelineslie,italmostmakesyoulongfordarkness.

           Ihaven’ttoldyouhowItriedtoescape.Ithoughtaboutitallnight,Icouldn’tsleep,itwassostuffy,andmytummy’sallwrong(hetrieshisbesttocook,butit’shopeless).Ipretendedsomethingwaswrongwiththebed,andthenIjustturnedandran.ButIcouldn’tgetthedoorshuttolockhiminandhecaughtmeintheothercellar.Icouldseedaylightthroughakeyhole.

           Hethinksofeverything.Hepadlocksthedooropen.Itwasworthit.Onekeyholefuloflightinsevendays.