I o tell you? I’ll sleep togetwo as before.”

    “Always?”

    carrying t. From t ions left be on t of a candle, I stared at time trying to fat. trations iful enoug you migake tten memories; and as ing, as you looked at they spoke.

    I’d lost myself in tures. I understood from t of Oriful ed my nose, t oo,  t odd and suspicious Red. As occasionally o take out my breast and nurse er, errifying picture of Deatly and sly breated to eat him.

    “I’ll eat you up, do you understand me?”

    “Mama, tickle me,” hrew himself down.

    “Get off t up you beast,” I screamed and slapped ures. I crations; apparently no o topmost picture ly, yet unnoticeably, crumpled.

    ered y c. I gatures and  to leave t began to cry:

    “Mother? here are you going?”

    “I’ll be right back.”

    I crossed ted across from my faty cusion t  four days discussing painting and perspective  trations on tand, tly suffused t room onis in motion.

    Utterly still,  tures at lengtly and respectfully. est movement, till air, erious illustrations seemed to move too. ings taken on sucy of tree or t of trations? After a  to our being alone in t. Boted to speak.

    “omorro my  I’d said , it appeared as if I were being insincere.

    “Everyto believe in trut he’d spoken.

    ible gesture to drao me, I o embrace o take o my hands.

    Just at t moment, I o my faterror, I ran over, opened our door and looked out: By t t filtered into to see my fatepped into ted by till-