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Dilya sat on her cot and watched The Kee sit on hers. For two days The Kee had kept to herself. They didn’t eat at normal times any more. There was always a reason to eat when the food tent stood empty. The Kee didn’t talk to the String Man or kiss him or hold hands or speak to him.
Dilya’s attempts to cheer up The Kee didn’t work either. She’d brought out the book they were reading, but not even the dog party in the tree helped. Go, Dog. Go! always made The Kee happy, but not today.
They tried the game of string that the String Man called Cat’s Cradle. But by the time they reached the “carpet” figure, Dilya gave up.
And The Kee didn’t notice. Her hands fell lifelessly back into her lap when Dilya took back the string. And The Kee sat on her bed and stared at the ground.
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