“You’re so quiet tonight. Aren’t you feeling well? Would you like some medication?” But Jonas remembered the rules.
No medication for anything related to his training. And no discussion of his training.
At the time for sharing-of-feelings, he simply said that he felt tired, that his school lessons had been unusually demanding that day.
He went to his sleepingroom early, and from behind the closed door
he could hear his parents and sister laughing as they gave Gabriel his evening bath.
They have never known pain, he thought. The realization made him feel desperately lonely, and he rubbed his throbbing leg.
He eventually slept. Again and again he dreamed of the anguish and the isolation on the forsaken hill.
The daily training continued, and now it always included pain.
The agony of the fractured leg began to seem no more than a mild discomfort as The Giver led Jonas firmly,
little by little, into the deep and terrible suffering of the past.
Each time, in his kindness, The Giver ended the afternoon with a color-filled memory of pleasure:
a brisk sail on a blue-green lake; a meadow dotted with yellow wildflowers; an orange sunset behind mountains.
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