“We go fight them, you and me. I love you. I know, you can’t say it yet—but never mind. I’ll tell you what else they told me on the way.”
Fletcher was never to forget that walk down Spring Garden, left on Tate, right on Walker, and then down Edgar Alley to McGee, to the third house on the right. The sky was bright and clear, the air, warm, and the few clouds, far away, like white smears on the blue, more maples on fire. Sam kept talking and talking, his words surrounding Fletcher in a golden haze.
“After they pushed you away and after I yelled at them, they told me things. I was born here in this world, they weren’t. You and me together, they think is dangerous. Raising me outside the sanctuary was an experiment. They think it failed. They are from inside those pictures you said were Nar
