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The Culprit
April stayed in her bedroom for five days, either sleeping or sitting at the chair by the window looking up at the blue sky. She could never get enough of that sky. Boo came and went and she let him do as he pleased. Fields of grass with butterflies to romp after, or more exciting still the rows of corn where the field mice lived: there was a lot she would miss when she left this place.
On the morning of the sixth day, she decided it was time to emerge. She hadn’t come to any conclusions except that she was certain that Salima’s experience of being one with everything and her own experience with feeling a presence she still wasn’t sure had been her mother weren’t similar at all. She understood what Salima was saying about finding the meaning without need for scientific ex
