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Lions Roar : May 2017
The man reached the white stone home and let himself in with a key, the lad then following him in. hans vollman Mr. Bevins, Mr. Vollman, and I, concerned for the boy’s welfare, moved into the doorway. the reverend everly thomas The man then did something—I do not quite know how to— hans vollman He was a large fellow. Quite strong, apparently. Strong enough to be able to slide the boy’s— the reverend everly thomas Sick-box. hans vollman The man slid the box out of the slot in the wall, and set it down upon the floor. roger bevins iii And opened it. hans vollman Kneeling before the box, the man looked down upon that which— the reverend everly thomas He looked down upon the lad’s prone form in the sick-box. hans vollman Yes. the reverend everly thomas At which point he sobbed. hans vollman He had been sobbing all along. roger bevins iii He emitted a single, heartrending sob. hans vollman Or gasp, I heard it as more of a gasp. A gasp of recognition. the reverend everly thomas Of recollection. hans vollman Of suddenly remembering what had been lost. the reverend everly thomas And touched the face and hair fondly. hans vollman As no doubt he had many times done when the boy was— roger bevins iii Less sick. hans vollman A gasp of recognition, as if to say: Here he is again, my child, just as he was. I have found him again, he who was so dear to me. the reverend everly thomas Who was still so dear. hans vollman Yes. roger bevins iii The loss having been quite recent. the reverend everly thomas ♦ From Lincoln in the Bardo, by George Saunders. Published by Random House. Lincoln Visits the Crypt From the bardo realm where recently deceased Willie now abides, the ghostly narrators observe Abraham Lincoln visiting his young son’s crypt. LION’S ROAR | MAY 2017 43