“The other day you said you had come from far away.” I nodded and she continued, “Was it from Adjacentland?”
“The place from the book? I wish I knew,” I told her. “For all I know it may not even be a real place.”
“They brought babies from there and put them into schools and squeezed away their dreams. Poor children. I don’t know where they have all gone.” As we continued walking, she said, “Tell me about the light.” When I did not answer quickly enough she asked me in her slight voice, “Is it green and violet and smashing into each other and forming new colours? Is there a woman in a silk gown detonating some device? She is on the ground and her face is missing. Someone is turning her over with a laced-up boot and her lips are somewhere on the pavement. There are dead babies everywhere.”
