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Catherine is breathing hard. She is bent down over the drain pipe with one of her arms shoved inside. She is calling her daughter's name but her daughter doesn't answer. Water comes in around Catherine's arm and down the drain pipe. There is a silence on the street around us. There is an absence of birds. I look at my watch and then up into the sky. You'd think, in this sky, there were no such things as clouds.
Catherine pulls her arm out and calls down into the dark. Her voice reverberates and shouts back out of the drain pipe mechanical and strange. Catherine knows what I know. Catherine's daughter doesn't know anything because Catherine's daughter is dead. I look back into the sky and there still aren't any clouds.
"It's been long enough." I say.
Catherine spits into the drain pipe and stands up.
Catherine pulls her arm out and calls down into the dark. Her voice reverberates and shouts back out of the drain pipe mechanical and strange. Catherine knows what I know. Catherine's daughter doesn't know anything because Catherine's daughter is dead. I look back into the sky and there still aren't any clouds.
"It's been long enough." I say.
Catherine spits into the drain pipe and stands up.