Then, as the middle hours of the night approached, the noise of
Gabe's restlessness woke Jonas. The newchild was turning under
his cover, flailing his arms, and beginning to whimper.
Jonas rose and went to him. Gently he patted Gabriel's back.
Sometimes that was all it took to lull him back to sleep. But the
newchild still squirmed fretfully under his hand.
Still patting rhythmically, Jonas began to remember the wonderful
sail that The Giver had given him not long before: a bright, breezy
day on a clear turquoise lake, and above him the white sail of the
boat billowing as he moved along in the brisk wind.
Gabe's restlessness woke Jonas. The newchild was turning under
his cover, flailing his arms, and beginning to whimper.
Jonas rose and went to him. Gently he patted Gabriel's back.
Sometimes that was all it took to lull him back to sleep. But the
newchild still squirmed fretfully under his hand.
Still patting rhythmically, Jonas began to remember the wonderful
sail that The Giver had given him not long before: a bright, breezy
day on a clear turquoise lake, and above him the white sail of the
boat billowing as he moved along in the brisk wind.
( Lois Lowry )
[ The Giver ]
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