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Show 3*? I jumped half the stairs and thumped down on my knees beside her, leaning down toward her, reaching out for her and wondering how best to touch her, when I heard Carrie screaming at me from above, to stop, stop, to leave her alone, I had done enough to her! Oh, too much. With one hand behind her neck, supporting her head as one does an infant's, I reached around her with my other arm to lift her out away from the wall, intending to lower her to the floor, to straighten out that terrifying bend in her neck, but as I brought her head up to my shoulder for support, she fit so well there that I stopped. Probably I should move her as little as possible, and so while Carrie screamed at me from above, I brushed the black hair back from her face, her deathly pale face, and her eyelids fluttered. Moving my hand undertf her nose I felt her sweet breath and an enormous relief surged over me. I leaned close enough to feel her breath on my face, as if I were kissing her. She breathed all right, and I started to lower her on to the carpet when she took a deep breath and murmured oh. Her lids opened and she looked directly into my face, her eyes calmd and grey, the whites so white that I was surprised, opening her eyes as if awakening from a sleep, like Sleeping Beauty opening her eyes to a non-prince more somnolent than she, calmly opening her eyes, serene, beatific. Then her mouth twisted tfcvtd with pain^ her eyes squinted, cloudy with it. "Kite, Kite, are you all right.'" She moaned loudly. "Can you move? Where does it hurt?" She lifted one hand to the top of her head, moaning louder. "Can you move your feet? tfltte, move your feet.'" "Huh? Ohhhhh." "Move your feet.'" I was afraid she was paralyzed from the neck down. I didn't realize that if she had lifted her hand and arm, that could not be, and I waited for her to draw up one leg a bit, moaning loudly now. Later it was clear to me that she had tripped near the top of the stairs and had pitched |
