He had left the room with a stranger without a backward look. But as he held my hand I noticed the hard grip. He was tense. But, surprisingly enough, willing to go.
She had precise, intelligent speech. She seemed to be putting up a brave front; but, in all probability, she was as deeply and tragically unhappy as Dibs.
The astuteness and strength of this child were incredible. How could he have concealed this ability from his family, if, indeed, he had done so?