Chapter 2March 4, 1972

(After a long contemplation.)

I have a feeling I had something to tell you. Last time too – as soon as you left, I knew what it was. But then it faded again. I don’t know why.

(Mother has a cold. She remains in contemplation for hall an hour.)

Nothing to say?

What about you, Mother, how are you?

I have a fever.

It was mad yesterday, they made me see two hundred people.

Yes, it’s too much.

It’s mad.

(Mother plunges in again)

Nothing?

And you, nothing to say?

(Mother shakes her head)

What time is it?

Ten to eleven, Mother.