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The Other
I missed him. I was alone then, in the house, and I have been alone ever since.
Look. Do you see the moon? I was certain there would be one. Lying here on my bed. I can see it clearly. Interesting. how its light catches on the bars outside my window, making them blacker and thicker and so much more stern-looking. Hareful place, thix. But Miss DeGroot says I'm "family," mean-ing, I suppose, that I have been here that long. That's Miss DeGroot's little joke, but I don't think it's terribly funny.
With a moon tonight, perhaps there'll be a sun tomorrow. I sull remember that day when the moon and sun both showed themselves together. I've never seen it since. I hope the sun does come out. I do hope it. As I hope for... well, no, not really, you know. I don't hope. As I said, I have been lonely here, and Miss DeGroot doesn't really count for very much. The coldness, the grayness, the sink, the radiator-what the hell. It's a terrible place, as I said, and I do not care to have to do with the others who are here also. I could, of course, if I chose, am in fact urged to, but I do not, will not. They laugh at me in the halls and downstairs, laugh at me behind the wire grill, annoy me, annoy me because they will not call me by my name as Miss DeGroot does. Call me his name-Niles, Niles, for God's sake, isn't that crazy? When I have told them, for years have told them, my name is Holland. Holland William Perry. Bur they are like that here in Babylon. (By coincidence, Miss DeGroot knew Grandmother Perry when she was sent here, so you know she's got to be pretty old, having been around all that time.) So I keep to myself. Mostly I like to watch the Shadow Hills buses end their route at the corner and turn around. Oh yes, they took the streetcars off years ago, but other than that nothing much has changed. It's still the end of the line.
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