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Show Woodworth/239 "Marty, do you know who I am?" "Yes." "Who?" "Kummie?" she asks. The door opens a crack. There was a nightmare. Tigers by the closet door- "No. I'm f^egan." "I'm ttegan." "You're tfarty." "You're Marty." "No, you are." She smiles. "You're it." "Not it," Megan says cautiously. Will you play with ne? "Now you're it." ill\egan tags her back. "Now you a r e ." Tags her again. "You're i t . I q u i t ." "No f a i r s i e , " Megan p r o t e s t s. "Is too." "Is not." Time disappears. Water is running, somewhere caught. Let it out, let it out, she thinks she says. But it may be just the snow melting, falling from the gutters. Jake isn't out there, not playing on the football field, not walking in the snow. Not furling sails. Not. Just not. Where's not, Jake. You didn't say. What it was. We're all going to not. It is. Isn't. "Is not." Megan takes hold of her hand. Crying, Megan? Spoil sport. Cry baby. "Is too." "Nanananana." They both look up. Rachael stands in the doorway lnnirin^ down at them.^J'What is this, kindergarden at the zoo?" |