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There was regret in her words. It stung him.
“Cassie. I’m not holding out on you. If I knew anything, wouldn’t I tell you?”
She leaned back on the bench, not speaking. Silence fell between them. Thin
Seattle sunshine, a mixture of yellow and gray, cautiously touched the uneven
paving stones. A sea bird flew overhead, too high to be seen against the sun’s
glare, but its mournful cries penetrated the city sounds to echo in Wizard’s soul.
A terrible foreboding built within him, forcing words out.
“There was something, once. Like a hunger, an appetite. Something like that.
I don’t remember.”
“It didn’t have a name?”
“It was gray,” he admitted uneasily.
“So it was.” Cassie sighed heavily. “So you’ve told me. Listen, Wizard. If
you needed help, you’d come to me, wouldn’t you?”
“Who else would I go to? But you’ve got something backward, Cassie. I
heard about the gray thing from you.”
“You did? well, if you say so, it must have been so. Just remember, Wizard. If
you need help, I’m your friend. Just let it out that you need me, and I’ll come to
you. And… it doesn’t have to be danger. If you just want some company, that’s
fine, too. If you just want to see me…”
“If I need a friend. I know that, Cassie.”
She lifted a slender hand that hovered uncertainly for a moment before falling
to gently pat the bench between them.
“Listen,” she said suddenly. “You want a story? I’ve got a story for you if you
want it.”
“Sure,” he lied, covering his reluctance. He never liked what Cassie’s stories
did for him.
Cassie settled in. She took a breath, and after a moment began, “Once there
was a war, where a guerrilla force was fighting an army from across the seas that
was struggling to keep a government in power.”
“If you mean Viet Nam, say Viet Nam,” he said with a bravado he didn’t feel.
“I didn’t say Viet Nam, so shut your mouth and listen!”
When Cassie was interrupted, she was as fierce as a banty on eggs. “There
was an old man in a village. He had an old rifle, and whenever the foreign