At Miss inter’s    tes . Eleven o ty-to try. At regular intervals I stopped to turn tco tepaper basket; these pauses marked my “hours.”

        I ory I    I    ime ts and my nigime dreams    from my    from Miss inter’s. It o urned stantly was Angelfield.

        In trut uno abdicate my oo Miss inter’s story urning my bay o one ot simply snuff oneself out in t fas escape t it ically , I    December ing do time.

        O of tears, I did not see Miss inter. Sayed in bed, seeing only Juditon. t. I    slept    t to tle room and found her in bed.

        o    a traakeup. Perion    its peak of effectiveness, for tranquility about    seemed ne me, but here was kindness in her eyes.

        ‘You don’t need your notebook and pencil,“ s you to do sometoday.“

        ‘?“

        Judit on t Miss inter’s ced o it. In ter of t sio so t Miss inter could see out of tucked a toer’s s.

        Before s sh a smile.

        ‘But o do?“ I asked Miss inter.

        ‘Cut my hair, of course.“

        ‘Cut your hair?“

        ‘Yes. Don’t look like t. to it.“

        ‘But I don’t know how.“

        ‘Just take t.“ S care . I don’t care    looks like. Just get rid of it.“

        ‘But I—“

        “Please.”

        Relutly I took up positio o touc expected it to crackle, and punctuated ty little knots.

        ‘I’d better brus first.“

        ts    a    t o simply cut ts out.

        tentatively I made t cut. A fe.

        ‘Ser t,“ Miss inter said mildly.

        ‘to ouched her shoulders.

        ‘Ser.“

        I took a lock of    it nervously. An e snake slito my feet, and Miss inter began to speak.

        I remember a feer ter’s old room. Not for any special reason. I    standing taring at nottle ridge in tain. A tear t ser    needle t of t    t sort of o    it. I ention of pulling it, I ention of any sort, really… But all of a sudden, t , zigzagged it gaping open. No art to fray.

        Joer at t. But t remained: If er    er y catcer    day s afternoon so be taken in by its c t Joo bed and slept soundly,    even a dream of falling ty air.

        If er here.

        I found t fraying ain utterly unbearable.

        I    Miss inter’s ime salking, and opped.

        Sed a o    th.

        ‘Ser,“ she said.

        I picked up the scissain and carried on.

        till came every day. ed and muling because of t ill your us back”—and I paid till kept ing. I cairs ion and I jumped out of vie on one occasion    sig wave back.

        Every m    vegetables to tcimes    or a plucked ernoon o collect t.    I en t te between his lips.

        I tes, and it annoyed me t t. I never said a    it, but one day, s t me eyeing ttes in    pocket.

        ‘Sea,“ he said.

        o tc    time ually e in si in Joable. I sat in to sit. e drank our tea in silend exte smoke t rose upoaken our last drag and stubbed ttes out on our saucers,    a    of ted to    t day, te across to me before I    ttle on.

        e never spoke. But we s.

        Emmeline, imes spent ternoons outdoors looking on as t it. “You’re ter of t it made no difference. S anyone old me about men    ing to touc tion of ing to touake    be easy in my mind about it, though.

        Sometimes from an upstairs cogeted by    s to urned o ans o ray lock of     t made me t mind it if ouch her.

        But    seen and tinued his work.

        t m . I broke our usual silence.

        ‘Don’t toucold him.

        touched Emmeline.”

        ‘Good. ell, don’t.“

        I t t . e botook anottes and I prepared to lapse bato silence, but after ex    to touch Emmeline.”

        I     curious little intonation. I    .

        I took a drag of my cigarette and didn’t look at    look at him.

        ‘Shan you are,“ he said.

        My cigarette    even    I stubbed it out. I strode to tc open.

        In tood stiffly, staring straig ttons on .

        his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. his voice was a murmur. “Be kind, Adeline.”

        Stung to anger I lifted my eyes up, meaning to fire daggers at    I artled by tenderness in    I was… fused.

        ook advantage. Raised    to stroke my cheek.

        But I , lashed his hand away.

        I didn’t         ed.

        And then he was gone.

        tcy after t. the boy was gone.

        ‘I’ll    it was impossible. how could a boy like him help me? how could anybody help me?

        t o my s aufts t g to Miss inter’s scalp were pure we.

        I took toray bits of he back of her neck.

        ‘Give me ter said.

        I h her hair shorn, she looked like a grizzled child.

        Sared at t    ime. t table.

        ‘t is exactly ed. t.“

        I left    bay room I t about t about    about    about Aurelius, found as an infant, c about it all at lengt for all my t arrive at any clusion.

        Oo me, teps of t it ime I    Angelfield: “I just ell me truts ecell me trut. No er o Yorks a reporter at all. It was Aurelius all along.
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