By this time Archie had properly glazed over. He'd stood up when Doug started talking, but now he'd dropped back onto the dry, withered earth and turned his back to him. Doug's face burned red with fervour, his eyes were bright and almost tearful. I couldn't tell what was going on in that head of his, but suddenly he stopped talking and a stillness fell upon us like a rock fall, and in the noisy heat the raucous silence hurt our ears.
Tree roots squirmed beneath my feet. And that which was within me rippled under my skin, impatiently waiting.