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Your attention has been completely transfixed by the story, and you sit up without thinking. "Where's Ena now? Where's my mother?"

“Oh, Aiden.” Roisin looks to you, and then at the ground in front of her. “She had a good life, but she fell asleep and just--”

“Aiden.” An old woman strikes the ground with her walking stick as she stands, and everyone gives their full attention to her. “We must speak.”

“Nan, he only just woke up--” Roisin begins.

“We have little time.” The old woman interrupts.

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  1. AlexMay 17, 2010 at 2:34 PM

    "What's going on?" I demand to know, confused about the presence of these people, confused about what I've just learned about my parents, and confused about the implications of what Roisin just said. I struggle to sit up and stare intently at the old woman--at Nan.

    "Tell me." I say, my tone deadly serious.

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