"'Beyond all Of that, I could the wall Thdå seen*romhside
train, the wall that runs along the train line. I assumed that there,
behind it,uwas the west, and I was Tight. I could have been wrongn
-but I was right.' If she had any future it was over there, and she
traumaan disso a on. m i.eam
eneeded to get to
Sit in the chair exploring the meaning of dljmbStPLlCk, rolling the
word around in my mind. I laugh with Miriam she laughs at
herself, and at the boldness of being sixteen.
At sixteen you are invulnerable.u laugh with her
about rummaging around for a ladder in other people's sheds,
and I laugh harder when she finds one. We laugh at the
improbability of it, of someone barely more than a child poking
around in Beatrix Potter's garden by the WallÄvatching out for
Mr McGregor and his blunderbuss, and looking for a step-ladder
to scale one of the most fortified bcirriers on earth. We both
like the girl she was, and I like the woman she has becorne.
She says suddenly, 'l still have the scars on my hands from
climbing the barbed wire, but you can't see them so well now.' She
holds out her hands. The soft parts of her palms are crazed with
definite white scars, each about a centimeter long. The first fenc
was wire mesh with a roll of barbed wire along the top."
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