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do
with the commands issued by the high-speed trains coming in from the north,
but
no one will listen to me. I'm too junior. Maybe in my off time тАж "
But Jamal stopped listening. Another shiver ran down his back. It wasn't
Dvlani's news that was making him uneasy. The kitchen was actually cold, and
it
shouldn't have been. Cooking in such a small space usually made the
temperature
rise, not lower.
He went to the kitchen door. Closed and latched.
" тАж would result in a promotion," Dylani was saying. Then she frowned.
"Jamal?"
"Keep talking," he said.
But she didn't. Her lips became a thin line. He recognized the look. She
hated
it when he did this, thought his paranoia was reaching new heights.
Maybe it was. He always felt stupid after moments like this, when he realized
that Ennis was safe in his bed and nothing was wrong.
But that didn't stop him from prowling through the house, searching for the
source of the chill. He'd never forgive himself if something happened and he
didn't check.
"Jamal."
He could near the annoyance in Dylani's voice, but he ignored it, walking
past
her into the narrow hallway between the kitchen and the living room. He
turned
right, toward their bedroom.
It was dark, the way Dylani had left it, but there was a light at the very
end
of the hall. In Ennis's room.
Jamal never left a light on in Ennis's room. The boy napped in the dark.
Studies
had shown that children who slept with lights on became nearsighted, and
Jamal
wanted his son to have perfect vision.
"Jamal?"
He was running down the hallway now. He couldn't have slowed down if he
tried.
Dylani might have left the light on, but he doubted it. She and Jamal had
discussed the nightlight issue just as they had discussed most things
concerning
Ennis.
They never left his window open тАФ that was Dylani's choice. She knew how
contaminated the air had become inside the dome, and she felt their
environmental filter was better than the government's. No open window, no
cooler
temperatures.
And no light.
He slid into Ennis's room, the pounding of his feet loud enough to wake the