“Goodbye, sir,” he said. “Thank you for my first day.” The old man nodded to him. He looked drained, and a little sad.
“Sir?” Jonas said shyly. “Yes? Do you have a question?”
“It’s just that I don’t know your name. I thought you were The Receiver, but you say that now I’m The Receiver.
So I don’t know what to call you.”
The man had sat back down in the comfortable upholstered chair.
He moved his shoulders around as if to ease away an aching sensation. He seemed terribly weary.
“Call me The Giver,” he told Jonas.
Twelve
“You slept soundly, Jonas?” his mother asked at the morning meal. “No dreams?”
Jonas simply smiled and nodded, not ready to lie, not willing to tell the truth. “I slept very soundly,” he said.
“I wish this one would,” his father said, leaning down from his chair to touch Gabriel’s waving fist.
The basket was on the floor beside him; in its corner, beside Gabriel’s head, the stuffed hippo sat staring with its blank eyes.
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