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Chapter 16
Ifheleftheresuchpeople—!”
“Hedidn’treallyintheleastknowthem.Thefault’smine.”Shehadturnedquitepale.
“Well,youshan’tsuffer,”Ianswered.
“Thechildrenshan’t!”sheemphaticallyreturned.
Iwassilentawhile;welookedateachother.“ThenwhatamItotellhim?”
“Youneedn’ttellhimanything.I’lltellhim.”
Imeasuredthis.“Doyoumeanyou’llwrite—?”Rememberingshecouldn’t,Icaughtmyselfup.“Howdoyoucommunicate?”
“Itellthebailiff.Hewrites.”
“Andshouldyoulikehimtowriteourstory?”
MyquestionhadasarcasticforcethatIhadnotfullyintended,anditmadeher,afteramoment,inconsequentlybreakdown.Thetearswereagaininhereyes.“Ah,miss,youwrite!”
“Well—tonight,”Iatlastanswered;andonthisweseparated.
