Authors: Joel Cobbs
“S
h
.
S
h.
”
sh
e
s
a
id.
“
It
'
s
ok
a
y
,
I
'm
n
o
t
gonn
a
l
e
t
yo
u
go.
”
The
y
ca
rr
i
e
d
h
im
ca
r
e
f
u
lly
b
a
ck
t
o
th
e
ten
t
.
“
I
t
hu
r
t
s
!
”
h
e
s
c
r
e
am
e
d.
“I
k
n
o
w,
b
a
by
,
I
kno
w.
W
e
'
r
e
gonn
a
t
a
k
e
ca
r
e
o
f
i
t.
”
“
It
's
ok
a
y
,
R
o
b
,
”
h
i
s
D
ad
s
aid,
“
Don
't
w
o
rr
y
,
w
e
'
ll
m
a
k
e
it better.”
“Don’t let go, Mommy. Don’t let go.”
I
f
e
lt
li
k
e
I
w
a
s
o
n
f
ir
e
.
I
h
ad
n
o
id
e
a
w
h
at
h
ad
h
a
ppe
n
e
d.
I c
ou
ld
f
ee
l
so
m
eth
i
n
g
,
j
u
st
h
ad
n
o
id
e
a
w
h
at
it
w
a
s.
Th
e
r
e
w
e
r
e
vo
ic
e
s.
V
o
ic
e
s
d
ark
a
n
d
a
l
m
o
st
b
la
n
d.
I
k
n
e
w
the
m
j
u
st
c
ou
ld
n
't
m
a
k
e
ou
t
w
h
o
t
h
e
y
w
e
r
e
.
W
h
at
w
a
s
go
i
n
g
on
?
W
h
y
c
ou
ld
n
't
I
see
?
W
as
I
d
e
a
d
?
No
.
De
a
t
h f
ee
ls
diff
e
r
e
n
t
ly
th
an
th
i
s,
r
i
ght
?
I
w
as
t
r
y
i
n
g
t
o
s
ee
,
bu
t
I w
a
s
t
o
o..
.
to
o
d
i
l
u
t
e
d.
I
t
w
a
s
th
e
on
ly
th
i
n
g
I
c
ou
ld
th
i
n
k
t
o
s
ay
t
h
at
r
e
a
l
ly
s
ho
w
e
d
ho
w
I
f
e
l
t
.
M
y
m
i
n
d
w
as
noth
i
n
g
bu
t
a
j
u
m
b
l
e
,
as
i
f
so
m
eo
n
e
h
ad
t
a
ke
n
e
v
e
r
yth
i
n
g I
kne
w,
t
h
r
o
wn
it
in
a
bo
x
a
n
d
sh
o
o
k
it
u
p
r
e
al
h
a
r
d
.
Then
,
s
l
o
w
ly
l
e
t
th
e
p
i
e
c
e
s
f
a
ll
ont
o
th
e
fl
oo
r
.
I
c
o
u
ld
n
't
c
on
c
en
t
r
a
t
e
o
r
te
l
l
m
y
s
e
lf
w
h
at
t
o
do.
I
f
e
lt
a
tt
ac
he
d,
a
w
ay
f
r
o
m
w
h
o
I
w
a
s.
I
d
id
n
't
eve
n
k
n
o
w
w
h
o
I
w
as.
Th
i
ng
s
s
t
ar
te
d
c
o
m
i
n
g
to
,
sl
o
wly
a
n
d
p
ai
n
f
u
l
l
y
.
W
h
o
ev
e
r
th
e
vo
ic
e
s
w
e
r
e
st
a
r
t
e
d
c
o
m
i
n
g
in
m
o
r
e
a
n
d
m
o
r
e
cl
e
a
r
l
y
.
O
n
e
w
a
s
D
ad, d
e
fi
n
i
te
ly
D
ad.
B
u
t
w
h
o w
e
r
e
th
e
oth
e
r
s
?
W
as
I
i
n s
o
me
s
o
r
t
o
f
d
e
e
p
s
l
ee
p
a
n
d
j
u
st
h
ad
n
't
r
e
a
l
iz
e
d
it
yet
?
No
,
th
a
t
's
i
m
pos
si
b
l
e
.
I
'm
p
r
ob
a
b
ly
j
u
st
c
o
mi
n
g
t
o
fr
o
m
a
d
r
e
am.
T
h
e
li
gh
t
w
a
s
so
b
r
i
g
ht
.
I
t
hu
rt
e
ve
n
w
i
t
h
my
eye
s
c
l
o
s
e
d.
I
w
a
nte
d
it
t
o
g
o
a
wa
y
,
so
I
w
as
s
wi
ng
i
n
g
at
it
t
r
y
i
n
g
t
o
g
e
t
r
id
o
f
i
t
.
I f
e
lt
s
o
m
eth
i
n
g
ho
l
d
i
n
g
me
b
ack
a
n
d
my
a
r
ms
s
t
ar
te
d
hu
r
t
i
n
g
.
I
c
r
i
e
d
ou
t
in
p
ai
n
.
W
h
y
c
o
u
ld
n
't
a
nyon
e
he
ar
m
e
?
W
hy
ca
n
't
you
h
ear
m
e?! I
'
m
s
cre
a
m
in
g
f
or
he
l
p
h
ere,
s
o
meo
n
e
a
n
sw
e
r!