“Would ye care to come in for a bit?” she whispered, and then pointed a finger at his crotch. This is nothing Jake has been told, but he knows, somehow; he has shared khef with his mother and father, and he knows what he knows. She burned in her bed like a torch. Below him is a field of blood—or so he thinks then, a boy of fourteen who has that day done his first real killing.
Jake came closest to describing it, she thought, when he said that being in the thinny was like finally reaching the shining water-mirage you could often see far up the highway on hot days. Some part of her knew. Seeing Cordelia in the glass had reminded the old woman that she had unfinished business regarding Cordelia’s sluttish niece. “Her hands have gotten very cold.
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