Sentence The Fivehundredandeightyseventh

 

He woke to the sound of someone blubbering from somewhere in the darkened flat, rather unsure at first where he was then remembered Sadie's story; Bernie got to his feet stretched to ease the ache in his back and followed the sound: he found Sadie, sitting on her bed, shivering and weeping and put the blanket she had laid over him around her shoulders and sat beside her, under a great Art Deco print of a Snowdrop which decorated the wall behind her bed, thinking that this girl, who should be older than he, being born ten or twelve years before him, was through the thaumaturgy of some flaw in the weft of the Universe, almost magically the same age and they, who should never have met, were now through another quirk involving one of the Nazi leaders whose evil practices and movement he so despised, not only met but sitting close and he admired the sheen of her hair, which glowed almost as though simonized, and he put his arm around her shoulders, still jerking with the sobs, and she slowly, ever so slowly, so that it seemed not to be happening, let her body fall against his and her head on his shoulder and all he could think to say, as he held her to him, was: "there, there, Sadie, it will be alright, you have me to lean on now!"