PART TWO

She examines the paperweight as if it were a precious stone, then holds it to her eyes.

"I can't see you. I can't see anything at all. Just like the Dead Wall."

"That glass is very thick."

With a bang that makes his papers jump she drops it on the desk. "See, it didn't break. Not like him."

Her eyes dart to the clock. "When is he coming?"

"It won't be long now. He should be here any minute.... How are you today?"

"Fine."

"Still sleeping well?"

"I sleep fine. When is he coming?"

"Soon now, very soon.... Yesterday, you mentioned your games. Would you like to tell me more about them?"

"Do you know that two Wrights made an aeroplane, but two wrongs can't make a right."

"Very good.I must remember that.... Would you like to tell me about your games?"

"They started before we went to America. I'm sure of that."

"You were obviously very young?"

"Three, maybe four. He used to put fruit - apples, oranges, bananas - in a heap on the kitchen table. We had to close our eyes and sort them out.

"Did you enjoy that game?"

"We both loved it. He was so proud when we got it right. And Mom used to stand there with tears in her eyes."

"She was crying?"

"Not crying. Just tears."

"Did she ever join in your games?"

"No."

"Why was that?"

"He wouldn't let her. She used to buy us things. Toys... picture books... jigsaws but he threw them in the garbage. Said they weren't tactile enough. He should be here by now. Something must have happened."

"It won't be long now. Can you remember anything else?" continue