Page 150 (1/2)

He slept soh theA clunk of tu a tray While the other stood guard, the first placed the tray on the floor

"Much obliged, guys"

The talked off Probably they’d been instructed not to talk to him Michael lifted the tray and put it on the bunk A bowl of boiled oats, scras, a peach--a better iven his with that, followed by the porridge He saved the peach for last Juice exploded over his chin Fresh fruit! He’d forgotten what it was like

More time passed At last he heard footsteps and voices in the hall Peter, ar? Sooner or later, the conversation was going to have to widen

But it wasn’t Peter

Sara stood in the doorway She’d changed less than he would have thought Older, of course, but she’d aged gracefully, the way soht it, who accepted the passage of time

"I don’t believe my eyes"

"Hello, Sara"

Michael sat up on his bunk as his sister stepped inside She was carrying a s a baton

"Godda apart from him

"I know" An absurd remark: What did it mean? I know I hurt you? I kno this must look? I know I’ry at you"

"You have a right"

An eyebrow lifted "That’s all you have to say?"

"How about, I’ me? You’re sorry?"

"You look well, Sara I’ve missed you"

"Don’t even try And you look like hell"

"Oh, this is one of ht I’d never see you again"

He searched her face Did she know? "What did Peter tell you?"

"Just that you’d been arrested and you had a gash in your head" She lifted the bag a little "I’ else"