"Ready ?" "Ready." "Now ?" "Soon." "Do the scientists really know? Will ithappen today, will it ?" "Look, look; see for yourself !" The children pressed to each other like somany roses, so many weeds, intermixed,peering out for a look at the hidden sun. It rained. It had been raining for seven years p 1
e. She was a very frail girl wholooked as if she had been lost in the rain foryears and the rain had washed out the bluefrom her eyes and the red from her moutha p 1
"You’re lying, you don’t remember !" criedthe children. But she remembered and stood quietlyapart from all of them and watched thepatterning windows. And once, a month ago,she had refused to shower in the schoolshower rooms, had clutched her hands toher ears and over her head, screaming thewater mustn’t touch her head
squinted at the sun until the tears ran downtheir faces; they put their hands up to thatyellowness and that amazing blueness andthey breathed of the fresh, fresh air
"Will it be seven more years ?" "Yes. Seven." Then one of them gave a little cry. "Margot !" "What ?" "She’s still in the closet where we lockedher." "Margot."
closet door slowly and stood by it. Behind the closet door was only silence. They unlocked the door, even moreslowly, and let Margot out.
