“You don’t have to teach me to write,” said Zero. “Just to read. I don’t have anybody to write to.”
“Sorry,” Stanley said again. His muscles and hands weren’t the only parts of his body that had toughened over the past several weeks.
His heart had hardened as well. He finished his letter. He barely had enough moisture in his mouth to seal and stamp the envelope.
It seemed that no matter how much water he drank, he was always thirsty.
He was awakened one night by a strange noise. At first he thought it might have been some kind of animal, and it frightened him.
But as the sleep cleared from his head, he realized that the noise was coming from the cot next to him.
Squid was crying. “You okay?” Stanley whispered. Squid’s head jerked around.
He sniffed and caught his breath. “Yeah, I just... I’m fine,” he whispered, and sniffed again.
In the morning Stanley asked Squid if he was feeling better. “What are you, my mother?” asked Squid.
Stanley raised and lowered one shoulder. “I got allergies, okay?” Squid said. “Okay,” said Stanley.
“You open your mouth again, and I’ll break your jaw.” Stanley kept his mouth shut most of the time.
He didn’t talk too much to any of the boys, afraid that he might say the wrong thing.
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