Edgar knows he's getting bigger; Tanya measured him against the wall yesterday, and showed him the mark she made right by the top of his head last New Year's, now level with his eyebrows. Next New Year's he'll be nine, and maybe even taller.
Most of the time he likes the idea of getting bigger, but lately it's been getting harder to squish down small enough to fit into bed with Curtis at night, and he feels ... uncomfortable about that. Guilty, even though he didn't do anything wrong; scared, even though there's nothing to be scared of.
He's at least big enough to go by himself when he wakes up in the middle of the night and needs to pee. Slowly, silently, he inches out from under the blanket and onto the ladder. He's even more careful as he climbs down past old Harry's bunk -- if he wakes him, he'll start coughing again, and they'll none of them get any more sleep tonight.
He makes it to the floor level without any mishaps, and pads in his sock feet toward the latrines.
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Most of the time he likes the idea of getting bigger, but lately it's been getting harder to squish down small enough to fit into bed with Curtis at night, and he feels ... uncomfortable about that. Guilty, even though he didn't do anything wrong; scared, even though there's nothing to be scared of.
He's at least big enough to go by himself when he wakes up in the middle of the night and needs to pee. Slowly, silently, he inches out from under the blanket and onto the ladder. He's even more careful as he climbs down past old Harry's bunk -- if he wakes him, he'll start coughing again, and they'll none of them get any more sleep tonight.
He makes it to the floor level without any mishaps, and pads in his sock feet toward the latrines.