Cedar Woman (159 page)

S
h
e
was
L
og
a
n
’s
p
lay
m
ate,
h
is
frien
d
,
and
h
e
k
n
ew
insti
n
cti
v
ely t
h
at
h
e
wo
u
l
d
re
m
e
m
b
er
h
er
un
til
t
h
e
end
of
h
i
s
d
ays,
that
t
h
is
ti
m
e
with Ha
p
p
y a
n
d
Ke
l
l
y
,
his
i
n
a,
and
his
gr
a
n
d
p
a
r
e
n
ts,
wo
uld
f
o
r
e
ver
stay
in
his mi
n
d
as
a
g
o
lden
h
alcyon
c
h
a
p
ter
in
h
is
life.
In
later
years, t
h
e
m
e
m
o
ries of
his
c
h
il
d
h
oo
d
w
o
uld
g
i
ve
him
c
o
m
fort,
a
n
d
a
firm
fo
un
d
ati
o
n
o
f
faith in
h
i
m
self.

L
o
gan f
i
n
is
h
e
d h
i
s
m
u
sh
an
d
care
f
u
ll
y s
li
d
f
rom
t
h
e
s
to
o
l
. “I
n
a
,
w
h
at can I
d
o u
n
til Ha
p
py
g
ets
h
er
e
?
”
he q
u
estio
n
ed.

“
W
hy d
on
’
t
yo
u
co
l
o
r
?
Y
ou
hav
en
’
t
d
one
t
h
at
f
o
r
a
co
up
l
e
of
da
y
s, a
n
d
t
h
e refri
g
erat
o
r
is
loo
k
ing
p
retty
e
m
p
t
y
!”
Le
n
a
laug
h
e
d
, referr
i
n
g
to t
h
e
f
r
o
n
t
of h
e
r Fr
e
n
c
h d
o
or
fr
idge.

L
o
gan
wo
uld
s
p
e
n
d
a
n
a
f
te
rn
o
o
n
c
o
l
o
ri
n
g
,
and
t
h
e
n
p
rou
d
ly
attach

h
is work
of art to
t
h
e refr
i
g
erat
o
r do
o
r with ma
gn
ets sha
p
ed
li
k
e
g
iraffes, di
n
o
s
a
urs
a
nd
fish.
T
h
e
n
e
xt
da
y
,
t
h
e
col
or
ful
art
wo
rk
w
a
s
taken
away and plac
e
d
i
n
a
b
o
x b
e
neath h
i
s
b
e
d.

Lena
o
n
ce
a
sk
ed
him
why
h
e
re
m
oved
his
ef
f
o
rts
s
o
q
u
ickly
and was
s
u
rprised
at his:

“
Because
it’s
been se
e
n
.”

This
co
n
f
us
e
d
h
e
r,
b
u
t
s
h
e
cou
l
d
n
’t
seem to
get
him to
e
x
press exactly
what
he
m
eant.

In
fact,
the
precocious
c
h
ild
own
e
d
t
h
e
h
e
art
of
a
p
o
et
a
n
d
artist. He
c
ou
l
d
taste
the
w
i
nd,
s
m
ell
colors, feel
flavors.
T
h
e
world
t
o
him
was

a
banquet
o
f
sensati
o
n
s
and
e
m
otions
in
wh
ic
h
he
so
m
et
i
m
es
felt

“
G
oo
d girl, K
e
ll
y
,”
Log
a
n
m
u
r
m
ured.