“Can I see them?” I felt a flush of anxiety about taking the woman to my room, yet I was disappointed when she added, “I shouldn’t. It’s not right. Will you describe them for me?” I described those of the dead city and the train station and the little girl with two bodies in the background. I included the more recent sketch of the trio and she grew suddenly frightened.
“We must find her,” she said.
“The child? It’s just a painting –”
“We must warn her. We must warn her of what is happening.”
Her words left me frozen. I had heard this admonition before. Here I must interrupt this conversation to address you directly. I cannot say if the statement had been issued from me to you or the other way around, but I know it had been attached to desperation and panic. When I recovered, I asked he
