"Are you Edmund?" she asked timidly
"Miss Eastlake, don't tax yourself," Wireman said
gently"This is-"
"Hush, Wireman," I said
"You paint," she said
"Have you painted the ship yet?"
A curious thing happened to my stomachIt didn't
sink so much as it seemed to disappear and leave a
void between my heart and the rest of my gutsMy
knees tried to buckleThe steel in my hip went
hotThe back of my neck went coldAnd warm,
prickling fire ran up the arm that wasn't there"Again and again and again
"You're Edgar," she saidI guessed no one had called her honey
in a long time"My mind is like a tablecloth with
a great big hole burned into it She turned to
Wireman"Muy divertido, s??"
"You need to rest," he said"In fact, you need to
dormir como un troncoAnd I think
when I wake up, I'll still be here She lifted his hands to her face and
kissed them
"I love you, too, Miss Eastlake," he saidIs
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