Brother Odd

though beseeching me to come closer, but then pointed to the window.
        I saw only the bleak shrouded daylight and the falling snow.
        Her eyes met mine, more focused than I had ever seen them, as pellucid as always but also with a yearning in those blue depths that I had never glimpsed before, not even when I had been in this room the previous night and had heard sleeping Annamarie say Loop me in.
        Her intense stare moved from me to the window, returned to me, slid once more to the window, at which she still pointed. Her hand trembled with the effort to control it.
        I moved deeper into Room 32.
        The single window provided a view of the cloister below, where the brothers had daily gathered when this had been their first abbey. The open courtyard lay deserted. No one lurked between the columns in the portion of the colonnade that I could see.
        Across the courtyard, its stone face softened by veils of snow, rose another wing of the abbey. On the second floor, a few windows shone softly with lamplight in the white gloom of the storm, though most of the children were downstairs at this hour.
        The window directly opposite from the panes at which I stood glowed brighter than the others. The longer I gazed at it, the more the light seemed to draw me, as though it were a signal lamp set out by someone in distress.
        A figure appeared at that window, a backlighted silhouette, as featureless as a bodach, though it was not one of them.
        Justine had lowered her arm to the bed.
        Her stare remained demanding.
        "All right," I whispered, turning away from the window, "all right," but said no more.
        I dared not continue, because on my tongue was a name that I longed to speak.
        The girl closed her eyes. Her lips parted, and she began to breathe as if, exhausted, she had fallen into sleep.
        I went to the open door but did not leave.
        Gradually the strange silence lifted, and the wind breathed at the window again, and muttered as if cursing in a brutal language.
        If I had properly understood what had happened, I had been given direction in my search for the meaning of the gathering bodachs. The hour of violence approached, perhaps was not imminent, but approached nonetheless, and duty called me elsewhere.
        Yet I stood in Room 32 until the fragrance of peach shampoo faded, until I could detect no trace of it, until certain memories would relinquish their grip on me.

CHAPTER 20
        
        ROOM 14 LAY DIRECTLY ACROSS THE courtyard from Room 32, in the north corridor. A single plaque had been fixed to the door, bearing one name: JACOB.
        A floor lamp beside an armchair, a squat nightstand lamp, and a fluorescent ceiling fixture compensated for daylight so drear that it could press itself inside no farther than the window sill.
        Because Room 14 contained only a single bed, the space could accommodate a four-foot-square oak table, at which sat Jacob.
        I had seen him a couple of times, but I did not know him. "May I come in?"
        He didn't say yes, but he didn't say no, either. Deciding to take his silence as an invitation, I sat across from him at the table.
        Jacob is one of the few adults housed at the school. He is in his middle twenties.
        I didn't know the name of the condition with which he had been born, but evidently it involved a chromosomal abnormality.
        About five feet tall, with a head slightly too small for his body, a sloped forehead, low-set ears, and soft heavy features, he exhibited some of the characteristics of Down's syndrome.
        The bridge of his nose was not flat, however, which is an indicator of Down's, and his eyes did not have the inner epicanthic folds that give the eyes of Down's people an Asian cast.
        More telling, he did not exhibit the quick smile or the sunny and gentle disposition virtually universal among those with Down's. He did not look at me, and his expression remained dour.
        His head was misshapen as no Down's person's head would ever be. A greater weight of bone accumulated in the left side of his skull than in the right. His features were not symmetrical, but were subtly out of balance, one eye set slightly lower than the other, his left jaw more prominent than his right, his left temple convex and his right temple more than usually concave.
        Stocky, with heavy shoulders and a thick