The attacking armies slowed, emerged from their crouched positions, and watched to see what he was doing.
In his mind, Jonas saw again the face of the boy who had lain dying on a field and had begged him for water.
He had a sudden choking feeling, as if it were difficult to breathe.
One of the children raised an imaginary rifle and made an attempt to destroy him with a firing noise.
“Pssheeew!” Then they were all silent, standing awkwardly, and the only sound was the sound of Jonas’s shuddering breaths.
He was struggling not to cry. Gradually, when nothing happened, nothing changed, the children looked at each other nervously and went away.
He heard the sounds as they righted their bicycles and began to ride down the path that led from the field.
Only Asher and Fiona remained. “What’s wrong, Jonas? It was only a game,” Fiona said.
“You ruined it,” Asher said in an irritated voice. “Don’t play it anymore,” Jonas pleaded.
“I’m the one who’s training for Assistant Recreation Director,” Asher pointed out angrily. “Games aren’t your area of expertness.”
“Expertise,” Jonas corrected him automatically. “Whatever. You can’t say what we play, even if you are going to be the new Receiver.”
Asher looked warily at him. “I apologize for not paying you the respect you deserve,” he mumbled.
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