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The sergeant dropped his cigarette and Evie wanted to cry out to him, tell him to run But she couldn’t She was only a spectator in this dreahter, more powerful than it had before Evie pushed up out of the trench and ran through bloody fields of poppies Ja for the as mask and became a hideous apparition

James’s hand went to his olden boy, the favored son

He opened hisfor soirl," he said in a voice she had not heard in ten years "They never should have done it"

Evie ith a sasp, her forehead damp with sweat Her hands shook He’d spoken to her! Air She needed air She cliht air dried the sweat on her arood--but she couldn’t face going back to her little rooe of Central Park, a drunk zigzagged fro Occasionally, he turned his face toward the sky, as if pleading with an unseen court for mercy, then shook his head

A sound from behind startled Evie Jericho was there, his coat over his pajamas, book in hand

"Sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you," Jericho said

"I’"

"I’m fine"

"No, you’re not" He took off his coat and put it around her shoulders

"Now you’ll be cold"

"I don’t feel it so much"

"Oh," Evie said

"Did you have the dreaain?"

She nodded "But it was different He spoke to ht at me and said, ‘They never should have done it’ "

"Who? Done what?"