Wait, wait, they’re coming.

And they were right, by every sensible measure they were right, you don’t run into a burning house, everyone knows that.” She opened her eyes.

“But a three-year-old child at a window does not know how to wait for a fire truck, Hannah.

And I found that I could not stand on that road and listen to her and wait.

I have never, before or since, been able to explain the thing that moved in me.