Close your eyes, he said. If they did not press it, the stolen plaything was truly his; if they pressed it and he blurted he hadstolen it, then he had to suffer a punishment he knew he deserved. I'd had enough. He took the metal bracelets offthe maniac, too, and nudged him back into the stream of prisoners passing the desk, rounding a corner,and disappearing.
Zerbrowski was there with a hand on my elbow to steady me, whether I needed it, or not. He had been tense for some time, waiting. Did she see what was on the bed? No, but it saw her. I feel good, and I shouldn't.
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