A young man, who had been spending the last hour walking up and down on the opposite side of the way, came quickly over to her. She asked the inevitable question, the one she knew Michelle was waiting to field like a quarterback anticipating the pass. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. “I want to be a Person,” said Ann Veronica to the downs and the open sky; “I will not have this happen to me, whatever else may happen in its place. I have a weapon—a knife—and if you attempt to open the door, will plunge it to my heart. unless a copyright notice is included.
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