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The rest of the night is ht to stay awake so I can keep watch against the dangers that lurk beyond our green tent
When I sleep, I drea paths that lead nowhere
"--up!" so "Rise and shine, little lovebird! Réveille-toi!"
An ar in that phony accent again, her consonants flourishing like the s force behind her, filling the silk outline of her scarves like rainbow lizard crests, reen, reflecting on ht Gabriel pulledmy ribs He buries his face in my hair, and I can feel the clamminess of his forehead When I sit up, the ain consciousness at all
The syringe The syringe is no longer where Lilac left it
Madame takes my hands and pulls me to my feet She cups my face in her papery hands and sht,But she seems to have claiems
I will Gabriel not toit off her tongue the way she fondled the flowers ofband
She pouts "You do not want to wear the beautiful dress I laid out for you?" It hangs over her arirl ore it last
"Your sweater is so beautiful How can you stand to wear it while it’s filthy?" she says sadly I think her frown could ht off her face "One of the little ones ash it for you" Her accent haselse now All of her THs come out like Zs, and her Ws like Vs One of ze little ones vill vash it for you
She thrusts the dress at me, and unwinds a fur stole froe I’ll wait for you outside It’s a beautiful day!"
I’ll vait for you
When she’s gone, I change quickly, figuring it’s my only way out of this tent And I adainsts may be the only way Madame lets me out of the tent, but what about Gabriel? Gabriel, who is still trapped in a haze I kneel beside hi it to be feverish, but it’s cold
"I’ll get us out of here," I say again No matter that he can’t hear me; the words aren’t entirely for hiso hard, I think of the time my arm was dislocated and my brother had to snap it back into place "Don’t worry about hi, and I realize I’ to keep pace with her
As we leave the tent, two sather ht I only get a glimpse of them, but I think they’re twins I’ht candied blue, like I’h a sheet of ice Madame fusses with my hair, which smells like a combination of salt water and a scarlet district It feels heavy and tangled; her expression is distant,to criticize it, but she only says, "Don’t you worry about the boy" She grins, and I swear I can see my outline repeated in each of her too-white teeth "He’ll wake up when he can learn to be reasonable about sharing you"
In the daylight, without the coht of the Ferris wheel, I can see what a wasteland this place is Long stretches of just dirt, or a rusty piece offrom a seed There’s another ride off in the distance, and at first I think it’s a set closer, I can see s poised as though they were trying to escape before they were i and tells o-round
The black eyes of the horses fill me with pain I want to break the spell on the free
Madaest and tallest of theuns crossed at their chests like half an X They don’t bother to look atone of their heads