Thousand: Seven Hundred Nineteen

though she follows their passage as the angel drops them, follows them to the floor where she thinks she maybe sees them. Surely the balls are piling up by the angel’s feet. Should she help? As the angel removes this barrier the air in the hall begins to change, becoming cooler. Or is it warmer? The girl tightens the sash on her robe and shivers, sweat beading on her forehead, drops falling from her armpits. Now what? She looks up at the ceiling. A ripple passes along it. The ripple doesn’t seem to disturb the lights or ceiling tiles. It