, on my forehead. “You should be in bed,” he said.

    I pulled at Aurelius’s sleeve, a feeble tug, but enougatue on casters.

    I  aken t o Emmeline’s apartment, but t, too,  ture t presents itself to my mind is t it ss oe impossible. I must , but ty  and tself persists.

    My memory of  niged. racts of time s seem in my recollection to eningly large, tiny marionettes a great distance aed during tion: my sister.

    By a process of logic and reason, I tempted to place into a meaningful sequence images t my mind recorded only incompletely and in random fass in a dream.

    Aurelius and I entered Emmeline’s rooms. Our step . tepped, until o a room o tanding in to us  a beginning,  a resolution, t ed me ever since I came to t s o my  vied cion of my sister. At my side Aurelius ed for me to announce us to Emmeline. But I could not speak. to an unbearable ululation in my ime stretco one eternal second; I ruck dumb. I brougo my ears, desperate to ease ture, it was Aurelius w!”

    And urns. Since saken by surprise, to a distorted O, but t stop, only veers and lurco a surns in so Emmeline and is transfixed by the air.

    For a time I am boto a w  know wo clasp o repel  akes .

    h of sorrow.

    Inside my ill, a torment of brige sound. My sister— My sister—

    treats and I find myself alone in an agony of noise.

    I kno remember it. Aurelius releases Emmeline tenderly onto teps in tion as Judit ime it takes o go and find a second set—Maurice’