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Heavy steps sounded on the porch outside.
“We’d better hurry,” Mrs. Jamieson said.
Benjamin held out his hands. They took them, to increase the power of the cylinders. As the Agents pounded on the door, Mrs. Jamieson flicked one thought of hatred at them, but of course they did not hear her. Benjamin’s hands gripped tightly.
Mrs. Jamieson slowly opened her eyes....
She no longer felt the hands. She was still in the room! Benjamin and her son were gone. Her outstretched hands touched nothing.
Her power was gone!
The Agents stepped into the room over the broken door. She stared at them, then ran to Earl’s desk, fumbling for the gun.
The Agents’ guns rattled.
Love, Benjamin said, the greatest of these is love. Or did someone else say that? Someone, somewhere, perhaps in another time, in some misty, forgotten chip of time long gone, in another frame of reference perhaps....
Mrs. Jamieson could not remember, before she died.
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