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She hummed broken bits of Christmas tunes and kept her bare hands in her pockets. Shed forgotten her gloves again. Her nose was cold and her jacket not nearly warm enough. She tensed, at first, against the cold but then relaxed, under influence of moonlight, and let the icy light slide through to her bones. Anna knew she ought to be home sleeping, instead of wandering alone in the dark and the cold. Her three grown children were coming for Christmas, along with seven grandchildren and two sons in law. She had so much to do. Baking and shopping and wrapping the presents, cleaning, decorating, fixing up the guest rooms. All in the next few days. All in addition to working at her job. Anna sighed, tired by the thought of it all. A solemn hoooo of an owl ruffled the darkness to Annas left, up in the branches of the trees. She thought of the owl, and of the mice and other small animals hidden somewhere in terror of the owl. She wished them well. She wished them Merry Christmas, and it crossed her mind that she was grateful that she was not responsible for arbitrating this dispute. Who got to live. Who got to eat. Whose need mattered most. It had been hard enough as a mother to be the judge and jury and God of her young childrens lives. She watched with amused detachment her now grown children's struggle with it all. The upcoming visit with the children, and the grandchildren, would be hectic, would be wonderful, would be done. Then peace would return, like the cold round moon, and Anna breathed deeply in appreciation. Anna followed the road up to the ridge top. She stopped a moment, to catch her steaming breathe and looked at the mountains off to the east, rolling away like the ocean they had once been. Moonlight rippled over their blue undulations like seaweed and foam. Anna thought of the beach and past family vacations, the children squealing and challenging the surf, her husband, Joseph, baking red in the sun beside her, and she, ever vigilant, watching them all, soaking up the warmth of it all. A sudden small shadow bolted through the meadow Anna was facing, nearly crashed into her boots, and hopped zig-zaggy towards the thick brush at the side of the road. Then the owl descended, talons first, into the same thick brush and Anna cringed at the squeal of the rabbit and the loud flapping of the owls wings. The rabbits cry was like that of a baby, when frightened, and Anna didnt realize until too late that motherly instincts never die, like husbands, or leave, like children, but live inside a womans bones and make them move in mysterious ways. Into the brush on a cold winters night, for instance, in defense of a defenseless rabbit. The owl, recognizing Annas superior position on the food chain, rose silently without its supper and flapped off into the moonlight. Anna, typical of mothers everywhere, was left facing the mess. The rabbit was bleeding from a deep gash in its side. Its eyes were closed and it panted heavily. Anna had nothing to staunch the bleeding with. She dug through the snow with the heel of her boot and exposed some icy leaves. She scooped these up with her bare hands and pressed them against the rabbits wound. It shivered and kept on panting. Anna considered her choices, out loud, to the disinterested rabbit. Well, I could number one just leave you here, and let nature take its course. Youre probably hurt too bad to get back to your hole though, and youll just lay there and freeze to death, or a fox will eat you, or that dratted owl will come back. She rejected that option. Then, theres two. I could bring you home with me. Put you in a box and feed you and you could get better or not. Anna sighed, knowing that would have to be her choice, no matter how busy she was, until she thought of number three, and wished she hadnt. If Joseph were here, you know what hed do? The rabbit didnt respond, so Anna remembered to herself the time she and her husband had been taking a walk and their dog had flushed a young rabbit out of the field. Anna made the dog let go of the rabbit and she and Joseph stood looking at the poor bleeding thing, just like now. Then Joseph, without saying a word, had put his heavy work boot over the rabbits tender skull and leaned his two hundred pounds onto it, and that was that. Anna didnt speak to him for three days. She could still hear his practical voice saying, I only did what needed to be done, Anna. Over time Anna gradually forgave him, for that, and many other differences of opinion. Anna had heard that opposites attract, and she supposed that was why she and Joseph had lasted so long together, until his death from a heart attack while cutting the grass the previous summer. They balanced each other beautifully and disagreed about everything. After he died Anna had had to begin the painful and tedious process of learning to live his half of her life again. It was gradually getting easier, but like blood flowing into a too cold limb, which Anna realized her hands were fast becoming, it hurt sometimes, with a stinging, sharp and tingly pain. Anna took her own boot and posed it over the rabbit. She wasnt making a decision yet, just balancing, just wondering how it would feel. She knew she couldn't do it. She knew she wouldnt do it hard enough or decisively enough to put either of them out of their misery. She caught a glimpse of her shadow in the moonlight, one leg raised, and she laughed and lifted her leg higher. She stretched it out and pointed her toes with a ballerinas grace, a shadow pose, and then she fell, heavily, almost on top of the rabbit. Oww, she groaned to the moonlight, and to the rabbit, which was watching her now. Annas right hip hurt, tremendously. She couldnt quite get her leg untwisted. It was cold on the ground. Melting snow soaked into her slacks, and she began to shiver. Anna looked at the rabbit. He stared back at her, his black eyes bright and more full of life. The owl hooo-ed in the distance. The rabbit trembled and struggled to rise, frozen leaves brown and crusted to its side. Still watching Anna, the rabbit wiggled its nose, then suddenly, with surprising vigor, hopped out of sight, deep into the underbrush. I wasnt going to step on you, you dumb bunny. I saved your life you know. Now whos going to save mine? Anna started to cry, knowing the answer. The wet tears made her cheeks cold. Anna wiped them away, annoyed. Then she wiggled her toes, stuck someplace behind her, and found that they obeyed. She scooped out branches and leaves and snow until she was able to straighten her leg. Moving it hurt ferociously, and a wave of nausea washed over her. She was pretty sure she had broken her hip. She remembered the time her Aunt Gladys had broken her hip at a family reunion. They had had to call an ambulance to take her away. Anna drew 911 in the snow with a stick. She considered her options once more. Number one, lie still and freeze to death. She doubted a fox or owl would try to eat her. Maybe a buzzard, come springtime. Number two, stomp on her own head, obviously out of the question. Anna sighed and readied herself for number three. A sturdy oak branch lay tangled in the brush near Anna's head. She pulled it free and broke off the stray twigs, her hands bleeding, cracked and scratched in the cold. 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