CRACKIN THE WALLTHAT PART of the wall, mossy on the outside – the cement layer had peeled off, leaving the adobe bare and rough but green now due to
rain and sun and dust and darkness – looked solid and clean inside but for a crack through which light would pass in ghostly threads, so fine that what would reach the facing wall was only a
faint shred. Looking at the crack that coiled like a cornered centipede, Nestor saw only bits of sunshine seeking passage, for soon the sun would be overhead. His eyes bore through the crack,
pushed away the stones with tremendous force so that the whole wall heaped down and in his mind the entire world east of his room rose up in bright magnificence, for very soon it would be high
noon. One by one, the adobe stones moved away, leaving a wide space lik
