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He was about to resume his old position when he spied a movement in the bedroom at the end of the hall. Must be the other nurse, he thought, but he didn't like it, and he went down the hall to check.

It was going to be fun working withlaw enforcement agencies, trying to keep all this secret. Ah, Lord, would the papers have a field day. He suspected the simplest angle would be some cheap statement as to the man's being aSatanist, a member of a violent and dangerouscult.

I will, he said.

Only then could she move. The music was little and tiny and thumping on her brain, kind of like a fish splashing in a tiny pool, trying to get bigger. It was grating, but it didn't engulf her.

Hmmmm, that's good, she said.Turn down the dial on the music.

That's just fine, darlin'. I don't mind at all about not making a baby. Come on, now, you're my sweet little thing. What if I turned off the music? And here, I got you some milk? Some fresh milk. Said you wanted some more milk, remember? Look, I got you ice cream too.

He shook his head. He felt so foolish and so badly shaken. And he hoped to God he hadn't hurt her feelings

I told you, we can't make a baby, she said.It just won't work.

Oh, must be a little water, said the nurse, pressing a dry wash cloth to Rowan's breast.I was wiping her face and moistening her lips. Do you want me to massage her now, just move her arms, keep them flexible?

She must have been a beautiful woman, said the nurse, shaking her head.

That's just fine, darlin'. I don't mind at all about not making a baby. Come on, now, you're my sweet little thing. What if I turned off the music? And here, I got you some milk? Some fresh milk. Said you wanted some more milk, remember? Look, I got you ice cream too.

Oh, must be a little water, said the nurse, pressing a dry wash cloth to Rowan's breast.I was wiping her face and moistening her lips. Do you want me to massage her now, just move her arms, keep them flexible?

He went back in to take up the vigil as before. Rowan, my Rowan.

That's just fine, darlin'. I don't mind at all about not making a baby. Come on, now, you're my sweet little thing. What if I turned off the music? And here, I got you some milk? Some fresh milk. Said you wanted some more milk, remember? Look, I got you ice cream too.

But you remember.

He was about to resume his old position when he spied a movement in the bedroom at the end of the hall. Must be the other nurse, he thought, but he didn't like it, and he went down the hall to check.

He went back in to take up the vigil as before. Rowan, my Rowan.

She must have been a beautiful woman, said the nurse, shaking her head.

But you remember.

Only then could she move. The music was little and tiny and thumping on her brain, kind of like a fish splashing in a tiny pool, trying to get bigger. It was grating, but it didn't engulf her.

But you remember.

HE WANTED to do it again. Emaleth didn't want to stop dancing. The building was empty; no one else came this evening. And she wasn't dancing, except in her sleep. She opened her eyes. There he was. The music was playing, she'd been hearing it in her dreams, and now he was so insistent. Do it. He wanted to take off her long pants again and be inside her. She didn't mind it, but she had to be going to New Orleans. She really did. Look, it was dark again, positively late-night dark. The stars would be hanging low over the field outside, over the swampland, over the smooth highway with its silver wires, and its dreamy white lights. Got to start walking.

For one moment, he couldn't make out what he was seeing a tall gray-haired woman in a flannel gown. Sunken cheeks, bright eyes, a high forehead. Her white hair was loose over her shoulders. Her gown hung to her bare feet. The twinge in his chest became a pain.

Come on, honey.

For one moment, he couldn't make out what he was seeing a tall gray-haired woman in a flannel gown. Sunken cheeks, bright eyes, a high forehead. Her white hair was loose over her shoulders. Her gown hung to her bare feet. The twinge in his chest became a pain.

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