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I knew at once, but laid my steno pad along the left margin of themanuscript so I could see it better. It was as if he had only been waiting to betold. Besides, the rain was slackening again and this time the sky lookedlighter in the west. This fellow didn't look as if he could take care of a houseflywith a rolled-up newspaper.

Sara was the Shape and always had been. Instead, she spoke three words in a soft, almostregretful voice. th glowingpaper lanterns in my dream--to wash off the sweat of my nightmares andmy unexpected morning's labors. That's my mother, she said,the man she's threatening with the paddle is my father.