I woke before the sun with my cheek on the boards of the loading dock and his coat over me and the cold in my bones.He was sitting up beside me with his back against the office wall and his knees up, watching the east go gray. The coat was off his shoulders and draped over me, and his shirt was back on, and the bag of stones was in his hand."You should have woken me," I said."You were sleeping." He put the stones down. "I do not think you have slept properly in a week."I sat up and pulled the coat around me. The yard was gray and the elevator was gray against a gray sky, and somewhere off to the west a rooster was doing its job badly."Give me the stones," I said.He handed them over. They were warm in my palm, all four of them, and I put them back in the bag and the bag in my pocket."Now," I said. "Tell me the thing you did not want to tell me last night."He did not answer right away. He looked out at the yard."It is about the night your brother died," he said. "I told you I f
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