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Show -16 Jenny's dog shoved his nose into my hand and I scratched him behind the ears, feeling the shape of the fragile skull-bones "Nothing special." I had seen myself three times: once hanging in a dark hole looking at rows of sad faces; once sitting at Adam's kitchen table across from my brother Jacob-- he was crying; the last time standing in a windswept open place. In that last picture I had time to see someone fall out of sight; I knew it was someone I loved, and that he was going to die; I felt pity and terror, but as if from a great distance, because none of these things had happened yet. "Nothing much," I said. "But you saw something," Jenny said. "That means you have the power. I have it too, but not strong enough, or I could do anything I pleased. I could jump off this rock and just fly." She stood up and took a step toward the edge; I reached for her hand and pulled her down again. The dog had wandered away into the forest; now and then we heard him bark softly. "Sometimes I wish I could just be a tree," Jenny said. "Trees don't think," I said. "They don't feel." "You don't know that for sure." "I'd still rather be a person. Even if it is more trouble." "Why aren't you going home?" Jenny said, "My father and I don't get along. We had a bad fight |