Blood From a Stone (200 page)

H
e
s
t
a
r
ed
at
her
m
a
r
v
e
li
ng at
how
m
uch he
f
e
l
t
f
or
her
ri
g
ht
no
w
,
as
she
spo
k
e
of
her
l
o
v
e
f
or
t
he ch
il
d
re
n
t
hat
ca
m
e
i
n
t
o her
ca
r
e.

“I
t
o
l
d
her
y
ou
’
d
ca
l
l
her
bac
k
…
w
e
ll
,
t
hat
i
s
w
hen
w
e
fi
nd
y
our
phone
or
w
hen
w
e
g
et
back
fr
om b
r
ea
k
f
as
t…
.I hope
t
ha
t’
s
o
k
a
y
? I
don
’
t
w
ant
t
o speak
f
or
y
ou.”

S
he
s
m
il
ed.
“
I
t’
s
o
k
a
y
…no
w
, 
l
e
t’
s
g
o 
e
a
t
.”
S
he
g
r
abbed
her
pu
r
se
o
f
f
t
he
coun
t
er
and
hoo
k
ed
her
a
r
m
t
h
r
ou
g
h h
i
s
as
t
hey
w
a
l
k
ed
t
o
t
he doo
r
.

A
f
ew
m
i
nu
t
es
l
a
t
er
she
s
li
d
next
t
o
h
i
m
i
n
t
he
boo
t
h at
C
h
i
co
’
s,
w
he
r
e
t
hey
o
r
de
r
ed co
ff
ee and so
m
e e
gg
s
.

“
L
i
s
t
en. I
ha
v
e
t
o
t
e
l
l
y
ou so
m
e
t
h
i
n
g
,
” he sa
i
d so
ftl
y
.
S
he nodded and
t
ook
a s
i
p of
her
co
ff
e
e.

“
I
t’
s
about
l
ast
n
i
g
h
t
,”
he
sa
i
d
t
en
t
a
ti
v
e
l
y
.
S
he
l
oo
k
ed s
li
g
h
tl
y
w
o
rri
ed
and
he
w
i
shed
t
o
G
od
t
he
r
e
w
as so
m
e o
t
her
w
ay
t
o
t
e
l
l
he
r
,
or
r
a
t
he
r
,
t
hat
he
d
i
dn
’
t
ac
t
ua
l
l
y
ha
v
e
t
o
t
e
l
l he
r
.

S
he s
w
a
ll
o
w
ed ha
r
d. “What
i
s
it
?”

H
e sat
t
he
r
e s
t
a
ri
ng
at
her
i
n s
i
l
enc
e
.

H
er
m
i
nd
w
as
r
ac
i
n
g
.
T
h
i
s
cou
l
dn
’
t
be
g
ood.
S
he
now
f
ound
he
r
se
l
f
w
onde
ri
ng
i
f
he
w
as
i
ndeed
g
o
i
ng
t
o
g
r
ace
f
u
ll
y
announce
t
hat
t
hey needed
t
o
‘
cool
o
ff
’
or
one
of
t
he
o
t
her usual
b
l
o
w
-
o
ff
s
a
ft
er
s
l
eep
i
ng
w
it
h
so
m
eone
t
oo
soon…or
not
t
oo
soon,
and
t
hen
dec
i
d
i
ng
y
ou
r
ea
ll
y don
’
t
w
ant
a
n
y
t
h
i
ng
l
ong
t
e
r
m
.

Last
n
i
gh
t
.
I
n
t
hose
m
o
m
en
t
s
w
hen
t
he
y
’
d been
w
r
apped
so
deep
l
y
i
n
w
hat
she
t
hou
g
ht
w
as
m
o
r
e
t
han
j
ust
a n
i
g
ht
of
pass
i
on,
and
espec
i
a
ll
y a
ft
er
a
l
l
h
i
s
t
a
l
k
about
‘ri
g
ht
r
easons
‘
…she
’
d
been
so
su
r
e
t
hat
t
h
i
s
w
as
d
iff
e
r
en
t
.
S
he
’
d
f
e
l
t
h
i
s
soul
f
or
a
f
ew
m
o
m
en
t
s…and
w
hat
she
’
d
f
ound
t
he
r
e had see
m
ed
g
enu
i
ne. Ma
y
be she
w
as
w
r
on
g
.

S
he
s
tr
u
gg
l
ed
t
o
k
eep
her
v
o
i
ce
s
t
eady and
as e
m
o
ti
on
l
ess
as
poss
i
b
l
e.
“
Y
ou
w
ant
t
o
t
e
l
l
m
e
t
hat
l
ast n
i
g
ht
w
as
g
r
ea
t
, bu
t
… 
R
i
g
h
t
?”