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Show audible through the laughter of outrage, Sara and Steven roaring because it had been clear from the start that if Nick couldn't win he would still find a way not to lose. "Really, it was an accident. Really, I'm sorry." "Ya." "Sure." "Come on," Nick demanded, "you saw it, Stevieboy." "Yup." "Tell Sara it was an accident." "Sara, it was an accident." "Balls," said Sara, "now tell me it was on purpose." "Sara, it was on purpose." "You see, Nicko, that is the truth." Sara got out her colored pencils-and the next afternoon, after Nick had left for Enrique's, she began another board, Steven stayed beside her, watched and was confused. "There was no reason for him to do that last night," she said, "no reason at all." Frightened by his own feelings, Steven said nothing; had simply watched as Sara meticulously filled in the blue and red squares, leaning over her work like a child. She was a little girl lost in her coloring book and Steven said nothing because he was lost himself, in thought. To see her as a child made him feel older, but not wise. |