Once that message is across, they lose interest in me. I collect my temporary authorization for the fourth, then head down and find the hostel; it takes just under an hour to get within two blocks of it and another half hour to make the final distance, which suits me perfectly in the circumstances. I check on Aimée, who's barely responsive, then make sure some food and drink gets in her. When she's unconscious for the night, I go searching: sidewalk cracks, parks, mazy alleys that might end in abandoned houses. Eventually I find what I'm looking for. Like a fool in a fairy tale, I put it on our windowsill.
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Dispatch from a Colored Room
Science FictionPel has a story to tell. There's the girl who grew up destitute, addicted, single mother to a son she can't protect; the father who left the family, then disappeared; the old family friend, angel and demon both; the Dandelion Knight. But why tell it...
