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An ar in ht the foolish smile that creeps acrosselse in mind Can we do breakfast another day?" He’s still careful to avoid brushingon it A few inches over and the bullet would’ve perforated hin another week
"Sure" Flynn’s head tips to the side, his curiosity piqued "What’s the new idea?"
"You’ll see"
I meet him just before dawn the next day--with every hour we’re not at the hearing tied up in reconstruction ether, taking it sloe move across the muddy base compound I still have to reht recognize Flynn, blow his cover, realize I’itive--because he’s not anyht it would be ie the two into one life, but more and more it doesn’t seem like they’re different people after all At least now I have tiate, and we pick our way over the spongy ground beyond It’s not as wet here as it is elsewhere, but water still collects in the dips and s of the land, ht of the predawn
Half a klick away I can see the new construction site, where the town hall and the school are coh the site twice already--Flynn jokes that he wants to supervise every nail that’s hammered into his school, but we both understand He’s part of the group ill create our classrooms and teach our history And for now, it’s a place for hih effort every day that he can sleep every night, while he waits for his own healing to begin
It’s about tenafter we leave town to reach the start of the hills and find round
We trek up, and I pause to look around and get s--then head for the one landmark I know, the one the soldiers on the base used to call Traitor’s Bluff I don’t tell Flynn that, though Instead, I come to a halt, and he co around as if half expecting me to have prepared some kind of picnic or other surprise
I take a deep breath, slowly turning until the breeze is at e to the east--anywhere else, the last stars would be disappearing overhead Instead there’s only the dim inky blackness of Avon’s overcast skies
"You told me that when your sister was executed, they didn’t even return her ashes to you"
I can feel Flynn stiffen beside rief still real, still present I s, suddenly unsure But it’s too late now to go back, so I push through
"This is it This is where her ashes were scattered This hill"