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In the morning, four, I thought he spoke. And maybe he did. But not to me. And for a moment, I wondered, But the moment passed as the storm rolled on. I closed my eyes, and waited for Granny to shuffle by the door. But instead came Papa. He swept in and called to me, and I rolled in my waking, and he said, "I think I heard something that I don't quite like." "What did you hear?" "I think I head something that I don't quite like." His face wanted to cry. And I knew he did not mean the storm. He picked me up, after all these years, and carried me away with a fleeting thought, wondering where Ian was since he was not asleep. Someone was outs

In the morning, four, I thought he spoke. And maybe he did. But not to me. And for a moment, I wondered, But the moment passed as the storm rolled on. I closed my eyes, and waited for Granny to shuffle by the door. But instead came Papa. He swept in and called to me, and I rolled in my waking, and he said, "I think I heard something that I don't quite like." "What did you hear?" "I think I head something that I don't quite like." His face wanted to cry. And I knew he did not mean the storm. He picked me up, after all these years, and carried me away with a fleeting thought, wondering where Ian was since he was not asleep. Someone was outs