Now I see them sitting me before a mirror. There's noise and laughter. Somebody mentions that hearing is silver before we move on to Table One with the random numbers. I look down a long street containing numbers. A white four leans against the fence and disappears. In the doorway is the seven, then the x painted red so you can find it more easily. Five goes by without its cap. My father wears the second x. He has a grey cloud for a face, and dark lines for arms |