No 1 spoke.
wondered if they had not understood having
missed childhood in Africa where
explorers came and went with seasons and brightened
every morning and made it all real.
stared. "What, what?"
made it all real?"
had not known she'd spoken. "Why," wasn't it
leaned forward elbows on knees, toes together capping the stool's clawed
"They are life's fritillary, the filigree,"
do like that," Carrie nodded, then added as they required it, "Humans.
We always have. It's a kind of meaning,
seems to me," Rose said, "we
ought to find Esme(e). Find her, and
find the source, the seat."
"It isn't a place, but a quality."
says it's not a quality but a condition," Elaine approached.
it is," Carrie considered, "then it can be changed."
"But do we?"
the faces looked to Violet.