In that instant when he lunged, glared at me with his face almost touching mine, I cannot tell you exactly what happened in my head. It was as if someone had taken it from me, bent it out of shape. It wasn’t me anymore, it was as if I had been invaded. I howled like some demented animal, waiting for the blow; childhood sat in front of me. A sound started in my throat. The sound grew, not so much in volume as in intensity, and reminded me of an animal, a small one, trapped and in pain. I was unable to stop that sound, couldn’t really be making it, but it went on and on. Norman talked to me with
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