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SAFE AT HOME Tim Walker JOHN: Here I sit in my chair of ice, frozen, until the fireplace takes hold and I am free to roam about the house, almost like waking from a dream. It is my house. Here, I can keep the windows open if I choose, even in the winter. Here I can say whatever I want, wear any expression I choose. Nobody to hear, nobody to see. I am carrying a baby in my arms, for the first time in my life. But still I know to keep his head up and how to stuff a bottle in his mouth. I know...

THE EXECUTIONER STEPS IN By Tim Walker   In a dream, I prayed to God. When I awoke, I tried to hold on to it, but all that remained was a fragile network of impressions, thin here, overlapping there. I had been praying, though, and meaning it, and I had to know how I did it. I had never been taught to pray in a way that would convince God I was sincere, but now I was sure the know-how was there somewhere, implanted, hidden in my brain. I just had to find it, and, I believed, s...