![]() ![]() She feels the wetness on her legs and the water rising. ![]() The air is like water, it’s like running through water. She’s racing toward the door and leaping down the steps-but she can’t move fast enough. With this precious cargo, these two sons, she darts across the apartment, an arrow flying away from its bow, a bullet away from its gun. In the next moment she grabs his hand and pulls him toward her chest. ![]() Mom. The word reminds Hương of everything she needs to know. And as she turns around he’s at the door, holding on to the frame, his eyes watering, his cheeks red. Is he in the bathroom, then, behind the plastic curtains, sitting scared in the tub? He is not in the bathroom, behind the plastic curtains, sitting scared in the tub. Is he hiding in the closet? No, he is not in the closet. Is he under the bed? No, he is not under the bed. She forgets his name temporarily, the howl is so loud. She begins running toward the door-but then remembers: this time, another son. ![]() Hương drops the dishes into the sink and grabs the baby before he starts crying. The long howl in the sky what else can it mean? ![]()
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