incredulityinto my voice, just as if I hadn't had Helen's Promise in a safe-depositbox for almost eleven years. He hugged back pretty wellfor a guy who was afraid he might melt, I thought, picking her up off herfeet and swinging her around in a circle while she hung onto his neckand laughed. Tomorrow there would be trees down over Derry andthe world would look like an ice sculpture. Given that, it didn't seem strange to me that now thespace where I'd spent so many days, usually in a state of real happinessas I made up various imaginary lives, seemed to mean nothing.
Dear God, Imuttered, and wiped my face with a shaking hand. The Battle of theTitans, dear, Jo said in her cool voice. I read this note over a second time, then a third. Maybe it would do him some good.
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