We Have Always Lived in the Castle

‘Merricat, said Connie, would you like a cup of tea?
‘Oh no, said Merricat, you’ll poison me.
Merricat, said Connie, would you like to go to sleep?
Down in the boneyard ten feet deep!’

I was pretending that I did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world; I was almost halfway past the fence.

We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Shirley Jackson

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