the lobby was very small and contained only a desk at which a female attendant sat working on some papers she looked up when he entered then to his suprise she stood up
he didn't want the memories; didn't want the honor, didn't want the wisdom, didn't want the pain. he wanted his childhood again, his scraped knees and ball games.
days went by , and weeks. jonas learned through the memories, names of colors; and now he began to see them in his ordinary life.
today is declared an unscheduled holiday jonas, his parents, and lily all turned in suprise and looked at the wall speaker from which from which the announcement had come. it happened very rarely, and was such a treat for the entire community when it did.
jonas sobbed and shouted and pounded the bed with his fists. '' sit up, jonas,'' the giver told him firmly. jonas obeyed him weeping shuddering, he sat on the edge of the bed. he would not look at the giver.
now the landscape was changing. it was a subtle change , hard to identify at first. the road was narrower, and bumpy, apparently no longer attended by road crews.