Harpo sat against Sam’s closed office door. He shouldn’t have taken Blima so far. They could have played indoors. He should have known this would happen. He’d seen the paint on the wall, had heard the voices in the woods. Of course it wasn’t safe.
He’d had a dream last night or the night before maybe, and it came back in a rush. He was supposed to be performing on Broadway, that he knew, only he forgot what play he was in, what he was doing, and all he knew was that he was standing all alone on centre stage, caught by the spotlights. He called for Minnie and after a moment heard her climbing onstage. He explained, as the footsteps creaked nearer, that he’d forgotten his lines, and wanted his brothers, and was embarrassed and afraid. Minnie made her slow way into the well of light. When sh
