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buddy, when you wake up I will deny every fucking word, okay? Every fucking word.' She got up from beside the bed, feeling tears close. 'Damn you, Will,' she said. 'All you have to do is open your eyes. It's not that difficult. There's so much to see, Will. It's icy fucking cold, but there's this great clean light on everything: you'd like it. Just. Open. Your. Eyes.' She watched and waited, as if by force of thought she could stir him. But there was no motion, except the mechanical rising and falling of his chest. 'Okay. I can take a hint. I'd better get going. I'll come visit you again before I go.' She leaned over him and lightly kissed him on the forehead. 'I tell you Will, wherever the hell you are, it's not as good as it is out here. Come back and see me, see the world, okay? We're missing you.'

CHAPTER II

The morning after the incident at the Courthouse Will woke in a wretched state: aching from head to foot. He tried to get out of bed, but his legs replayed their imbecilities of the night before and down he went, with such a shout (more of surprise than pain) that his mother came ru

He started right then and there: 'I will be strong. I will be strong. I will-' He stopped in mid-flow, hearing his Papa's voice in the hall below, and then the sound of his footstep on the stairs. He started back to his bed, and just made the safety of the covers when the door opened and his father came in, his face more forbidding than the sky outside the window. 'All right,' he said, without a word of greeting, 'I want an explanation from you, my lad, and I don't want any of your lies. I want the truth.' Will said nothing. 'You know why I'm home early?' his father demanded. 'Well?' 'No.'

'I got a call from Mr Cu

Later, his mother came in with pills for him to take. 'I heard your father having a talk with you,' she said. 'You know he's sometimes harsher than he means to be.' 'I know.' 'He says things.' 'I know what he says and I know what he means,' Will replied. 'He wishes I was dead and Nathaniel wasn't. So do you.' He shrugged, the ease of the words, the ease of the pain he knew he was causing, exhilarating. 'It's no big deal,' he said. 'I'm sorry I'm not as good as Nathaniel, but I can't do anything about it.' All the time he was talking, looking at his mother, it was not her he was seeing, it was Jacob, giving him a moth to burn, Jacob smiling at him. 'Stop it,' his mother said. 'I won't listen to you talking like this. The way you behave. Take your pills.' Her ma

'I'll have Adele heat up some soup for you. Just make sure you stay under the blankets. And take your pills.' As she exited she threw her son an almost fearful look, the way Miss Hartley had at school. Then she was gone. Will swallowed the pills. His body still ached and his head still spun, but he wasn't going to wait very long, he'd already decided, before he was up and out. He'd drink the soup (he'd need the sustenance for the journey ahead) and then he'd dress and go back to the Courthouse. With his plan made he got out of bed again to test the strength of his legs. They didn't feel as unreliable as they had a little while before. With some encouragement, they'd get him where he needed to go.

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