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and I said that I could, given time, and he believed me. I think he
believed me.
The storm has started, just like they said it would. The rumble of
thunder wakes her, brings her to. She starts to make a noise, to move
around on the floor.
“You should go,” he says to me. “Go back upstairs.”
I kiss him on the lips and I leave him, but I don’t go back upstairs.
Instead I pick up the phone in the hallway, sit on the bottom stair and
listen, the handset in my hand, waiting for the right moment.
I can hear him talking to her, soft and low, and then I hear her. I think
she’s crying.