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I was kneeling on grains of rice. If I fidgeted or tried to shift my weight I received a smart blow with my mother's fan for my rebellion. I did not let the tears fall nor did I give away my pain with my voice as I prayed; I thought to let her see my weakness would give her satisfaction. When I finished the Rosary at last, she got up wordlessly and left the room.
I awakened with a start, groping for Lestat's hand. He drew me close, stroking my back. "You were dreaming, love" he mumbled into my hair.