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Unformatted text preview: l alone, and when I sat down on the side of my bed, she sat beside me. "Tell me, Evelyn, child, you see the future. Carlotta came to you. What did you see?" "I don't see," Evelyn said in a voice as small as her round little face, her gray eyes appealing to me to accept and to understand. "I see the words and I speak the words, but I do not know their meaning. And long ago, I learned to keep quiet and let the words fade away unread, unspoken." "No, child. Hold my hand. What do you see? What do you see for me and my family? What do you see for all of us? Are we one clan with one future?" Even through my tired fingers I felt her pulse, her warmth, the witches' gifts, as we always said, and I saw that small, that evil sixth finger. Oh, I would have had it cut off, painlessly and with skill, if I had been her father. And to think that Cortland was-my own son. I meant to kill Cortland. First things first. I held tight to her hand. Something shifted in her per...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
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