Page 115 of A River Red With Blood
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no, said the woman,dangerous like her father
She took the child’s hand.
would you like to hear a story while we walk to the sea?
yes,said the child.
once there was a being that asked the question the rest of its kind feared to ask
go on
can you think what that question might be?
no,said the child.
that question, said the woman,was ‘why?’
