When it was time, I went to Emmeline’s quarters. It was the first time I had been there as an invited guest, and the first thing I noticed, before I eveered the bedroom, was the thiess of the silence. I paused in the doorway—they had not noticed me yet—and realized it was their whispering. On the edge of inaudibility, the rub of breath over vocal cords made ripples in the air. Soft plosives that were gone before you could hear them, muffled sibilants that you might mistake for the sound of your own blood in your ears. Each time I thought it had stopped a hushed sussuration brushed against my ear like a moth alighting on my hair, then fluttered away again.
I cleared my throat.
‘Margaret.“ Miss Winter, her wheelchair positioned o her sister, gestured to a chair oher side of the bed. ”How good of you.“
I looked at Emmeline’s fa the pillow. The red and the white were the same red and white of scarring and burn damage that I had seen before; she had ……（内容加载失败！）
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