He could ask The Giver for another sail, he knew. A sail perhaps on ocean, next time, for Jonas had a memory of ocean, now, and knew what it was;
he knew that there were sailboats there, too, in memories yet to be acquired.
He wondered, though, if he should confess to The Giver that he had given a memory away.
He was not yet qualified to be a Giver himself; nor had Gabriel been selected to be a Receiver.
That he had this power frightened him. He decided not to tell.
Fifteen
Jonas entered the Annex room and realized immediately that it was a day when he would be sent away.
The Giver was rigid in his chair, his face in his hands. “I’ll come back tomorrow, sir,” he said quickly.
Then he hesitated. “Unless maybe there’s something I can do to help.”
The Giver looked up at him, his face contorted with suffering.
“Please,” he gasped, “take some of the pain.” Jonas helped him to his chair at the side of the bed.
Then he quickly removed his tunic and lay face down.
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