Nancy has started dancing by herself. K hears the soft scuffling and comes to sit and work near her. He doesn’t dig, so she won’t trip. He doesn’t juggle, so she doesn’t get hit. He is not yet an accomplished juggler. I think he whittles figurines out of hard roots. And he whistles music to match the rhythm of her scuffling. There is a dark moon glowing in the chamber.

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