“I want to see the baby just
once.” It was Winona, sounding stressed.
“It’s awful, just awful.”
His sister’s voice.
As he came through the door, Kier’s
mother sounded only slightly calmer. “Honey, we’ve
asked them.”
His mother smiled at him, and for
just a second, the exhaustion departed her body. She looked back
at Winona, whose dark hair hung down around a face taut with anguish.
“What’s wrong?”
Kier asked.
“They won’t let me even
look at the baby. Not even for a second.”
Kier pondered for a moment. “I’ll
ask them to let you see the baby,” he said. “But just
for a couple of minutes. Then we have to let the baby go. He’s
not one of us.”
“I want to see him.” She
grasped his hands.
“We’ll try,” he said,
seeking to comfort her. “When they bring you this baby I
want you to tell
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