![]() ![]() Lannie always stood as close as a sweater, trying to take your share of oxygen. Meghan yearned to run toward the sun and catch it before it vanished. ![]() No longer the yellow bulb of daytime, it was a sinking orange half circle. The sun was going down like a circle of construction paper falling off the bulletin board. Not old herself, but as if something in the night had quivered free from an ancient world. Meghan shivered, although the evening was still warm. What was the other side of Lannie made of? If she kept looking into Lannie’s eyes, she would come out the other side. Meghan gulped and looked away, queerly out of breath. Lannie’s eyes, as pale as though they had been bleached in the wash, focused on Meghan. The setting sun seemed to shine right through Lannie, as if she were made of colored glass and hung in a window. SUPPOSE, SAID LANNIE DREAMILY, that you really could freeze somebody. ![]()
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