No… not both of them…
Mitch…
His eyes never leave her except briefly to flick one way or another if someone speaks, but always his gaze shifts back to Mitch.
There is something in his expression as he watches her, something hard to label or categorise…
Love…
Infatuation…
Devotion…
Obsession…
Whatever you want to call it, Klempner watches Mitch as though nothing else exists in the world.
Her fingers are deft. One after another, she tears out multi-coloured pages from glossy magazines, advertising perfume, jewellery and expensive bling. Quickly, she folds paper, sharpens creases and tucks in flaps, producing miniature sculptures in seconds; little paper birds, angels and unicorns. Charlotte is almost as fast, adding in kaleidoscopic stars and icicles.
Beth sits close by, hands clas
