You suggested, Jonas, that perhaps she wasn’t brave enough? I don’t know about bravery: what it is, what it means.
I do know that I sat here numb with horror. Wretched with helplessness.
And I listened as Rosemary told them that she would prefer to inject herself. Then she did so. I didn’t watch. I looked away.
The Giver turned to him. “Well, there you are, Jonas. You were wondering about release,” he said in a bitter voice.
Jonas felt a ripping sensation inside himself, the feeling of terrible pain clawing its way forward to emerge in a cry.
Twenty
“I WON’T! I WON’T go home! You can’t make me!” Jonas sobbed and shouted and pounded the bed with his fists.
“Sit up, Jonas,” The Giver told him firmly. Jonas obeyed him. Weeping, shuddering, he sat on the edge of the bed.
He would not look at The Giver.
“You may stay here tonight. I want to talk to you. But you must be quiet now, while I notify your family unit. No one must hear you cry.”
Jonas looked up wildly. “No one heard that little twin cry, either! No one but my father!”
He collapsed in sobs again. The Giver waited silently. Finally Jonas was able to quiet himself and he sat huddled, his shoulders shaking.
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