Blood seeped through the cloth, and Lan limped to her spot on the sleeping mat. Tinh bit his lip. “I’m sorry, Lan,” he said. “I should have gotten up from the sand faster.” Lan, as though to forgive him, laid a hand on his shoulder. Tinh lay down beside her. But he couldn’t sleep with the wind rocking the bamboo house. Lan clung to him. Suddenly, the sky erupted, casting down a sheet of rain. The world outside became nothing but the crash of water. The air in the room grew sticky. “I’m scared,” whispered Lan. “Let’s go to Ma and Ba’s room.” Tinh helped her up. They walked through the middle room, past the family altar, to stand in the doorway of their parents’ room. “It’s only a storm, Tinh,” Ba grumbled. “The war was much worse.” But this wasn’t a normal storm, Tinh thought as Lan cuddled up to Ma. He’d never seen such a storm. He sat down and pulled his knees up, making himself small. “Don’t turn off the lamp tonight,” Lan begged. So the flame of the oil lamp burned on within its cone of glass.
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