'Will you write to me?' he... «Sleepers»
LittleGhost5 марта 2015'Will you write to me?' he asked. I wanted so much to cry, to put my arms around him and hold him as close as I had held my father. I fought back the tears and tried to swallow, my mouth dirt dry. 'Don't worry,' I managed to say. 'You'll hear from me.' 'It'll mean a lot,' Father Bobby said, his voice as choked and cracked as mine. He stared at me with wet eyes. Years later I would realize what that look contained, the warnings he wished he could utter. But, he couldn't tell me. He didn't dare risk making me even more frightened. It took all the strength he had not to grab me, to grab all of us, and run from the steps of that bus. Run as far and as fast as we could. Run until we were all free.
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