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Show Moon - 231 Finally, James stood up, brushing the dust from his pants. "This isn't going to work. Let's bury it. Let's bury the whole thing." Just as they'd begun trudging upward to the cottage, Esther flew at them down the dark slope to the lake, her dark cape flying. She waved her hands and cried, "I'm sorry we're late, but we decided at the last minute. I've come and so has Ruth!" She hugged Joy for a long time and poured out her sorrow without shame, a shared loss become something finally big enough to let them give into all that held-back love. Then she held herself a little away from Joy, as if she were seeing her for the first time. She wiped her eyes and laughed and said, "It's cold in the cottage. We've built a fire. We've come!" This is another story. It's something that could have-should have-happened. How it would have helped! Now, though it isn't quite enough, I can invent it happening, and that's a kind of healing, isn't it? THE WOMAN ON THE MOON Windfall has no place to be completely a horse, for the world doesn't allow that any more, but she gets in what she can. She gallops every chance she gets, jumps tiny ditches much higher and wider than is required. She stamps up puddles into my face, shies at logs for an excuse to play. In the mountains, the |