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the sky like his mother’s hair when her body was returned home.
Th e creature’s eyes met Aaron’s, and the bird stretched, unfolding its limbs as if it had woken
up from a dream. Aaron watched as the bird tiptoed along the concrete pipe and plopped onto the
windowsill. He looked at his watch. It was time, and like the spark of a television fl icked on, Aaron
sensed Mark’s eyelids reopen.
“Aaron, is that you?” asked Mark.
Aaron answered yes.
“What time is it?”
He told his father the time.
“You’re late. An emergency?”
“Yes. An old man drowned,” Aaron said, as he watched the bird spring from its feet and fl y out
the window.
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