W h y w e r e w e w h i s p e r i n g ? There was no place to hide from him.

he could hear our breath, deafening, hurried, our feet,crushing the ceiling. We spoke louder, thinking that perhaps we would frighten him with our talk of chemicals, fire, a steel scythe. And then we began whispering again. We had frightened ourselves with this talk. Who were we?