It was open when I touched it, and I held to it in the twilight. I wasn't crying, and I tried to stop, watching the girls coming along in the twilight. I wasn't crying.
"There he is."
They stopped.
"He cant get out. He wont hurt anybody, anyway. Come on."
"I'm scared to. I'm scared. I'm going to cross the street."
"He cant get out."
I wasn't crying.
"Dont be a fraid cat. Come on."
They came on in the twilight. I wasn't crying, and I held to the gate.
They came slow.
"I'm scared."
"He wont hurt you. I pass here every day. He just runs along the fence."
They came on. I opened the gate and they stopped, turning. I was trying to say, and I caught her, trying to say, and she screamed and I was trying to say and trying arid the bright shapes began to stop and I tried to get out. I tried to get it off of my face, but the bright shapes were going again. They were going up the hill to where it fell away and I tried to cry. But when I breathed in, I couldn't breathe out again to cry, and I tried to keep from falling off the hill and I fell off the hill into the bright, whirling shapes.