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Marnie flew from one end of the airspace to the other, then the width, then the length again.
Then four more times. A cross pattern, up, down, side to side.
What am I doing here?
In the moment, when Alice asked her if Marnie wanted to come with her, away from the Aviary with its wide open spaces and mountains to fly over and a tall airplane hangar where Marnie could fly indoors all day long, Marnie had said yes, I’ll leave.
Why?
I made a friend.
Garbage. It was a childish, foolish reason.
You invited me to your party! You like me!
Nothing had changed. It was still the feds behind all of this. Taking possession of Marnie like a piece of equipment for them to use.
“Don’t you want to serve your country, Ms. Stemple?”
No. What Marnie wanted was to be left alone.
To fly. To live w
