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 …She floated like a smoke wraith into a luxuriantly carpeted room smelling of delightful red claret. The hall was filled with music: moving, dancing music: thrilling violins, cascading piano notes, moody trumpets. Stifling laughter, she pressed her faultless snowy hands against her round, firm young breasts and twirled about, eyes closed, in easy but ecstatic rapture.
Two middle-aged men, looking very serious and important, stood at a table. They bent over and with loupes studied a great book filled with old photographs. There were photographs of a meadow outside London, a shattered Berlin of World War II, of girls' school classes from all places and all recorded times. If somewhere, only somewhere, they could find that face! Not as she was now, but as she was at age five or as she should have been had it not been before Tyler's Disease…
"She cannot be in two or more places at once," said the one gentleman.
"Agreed," said the other gentleman. "That is too logical. She is a motionless husk far below, wrapped in sheets to preserve her tiny remaining strength and body heat. So how could she possibly—?"
Cara is a sweet little girl.
"We must know for sure!" They studied their old photos all the more intently, to know for certain if she truly was in all those places and times…
Cara is a very beautiful girl.
As she danced about on feet light as air, she opened her eyes and spread her arms, like a ballet dancer readying to spin a pirouette. It was perfect, the music, the claret, warm sunlight eternally shimmering over the miles and miles and miles of rooftops, sunlight, moonlight, starlight, bright light piped with mirrors to all parts of the solar city…and the company! Such handsome, important, good-natured gentlemen!
…time to dance to the wonderful music. She brought her spread arms together. She extented her perfect hands in irresistible grasping toward them, while she let out peals and peals of unbelievably happy laughter.
Cara is such a happy little girl!
Her frantic sweet laughter made both doctors whirl and stare with open, shocked mouths and terrified eyes.
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