roacing, searc illuminated tacks of paper and books. At , tied in a strand of tten pages sat next to my purloined score. My music had survived.

    quot;Cant you understand me?quot; I  my o ;I  to talk to you.quot;

    t eyeing te corner as if someone or someting turned to look,  me, knocking into ted tering tone s and papers ignited at once, and I snatcing it against my leg to extinguiso trance. As if fixed to t, ood gazing up in amazement, and just before climbing out of time: quot;;

    o me and smiled, t could not be understood. By time I got upstairs, a fog of smoke rose t follo as to lick tacks of books.

    After tess saved me. Distraug truction of tion  my fault, altted tories and fairy tales to see tmares and daydreams, to transfigure t not being able to remain children forever.

    tess and Ed seems I ed my spate of frequent visits and quot;erratic be; tern in t to link back to me ed my feeble explanations, and tle  e clearly  any proof, tter faded. tigation, as far as I knoo local lore, as if t into flames.

    ess and Eded er t times  over y, I searco tell ruty.

    quot;I feel responsible, in part,quot; tess told me over dinner. quot;And  rebuilding.quot; Over our lamb clined a plan to raise money for tails arrived in suc I kneess emplating tter since turn. quot;ell start a book drive, too, and you can make your concert a benefit for t;

    Stunned and relieved, I could raise no objection, and over t s of activity overacking tudio and gara