Let me in. The thought comes from nowhere, a natural thing: She sees a door, and so she wishes to walk through it. Alex hears her. Hellie knows this because Alex says, “Stay.” Let me in. Is it a demand? Alex extends her hand. Hellie is ready. She is pouring into Alex. She is baptized in blue flame. The sorrow is gone and all she knows is how good the bat feels in her hand.
