’ I know I’m just a poor ignorant pickaninny from the dark ages of 1964, but—”“There. “I don’t expect you boys to see Maerlyn’s glass . ’ ”The boys looked at her in mounting horror as her voice became Rhea’s—the growling, whining cadences of the old woman of the Cöos. “What does it say?” Alain asked.
”She laughed at that . “Don’t ask him any questions—he’s not in any mood for silly questions this morning. He pointed. For one amazing moment the man with the white hair was a child again: shocked, shamed, and hurt.
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