since the white men came and the missionaries, we have heard it said that there is God.It’s me.Drawn up, he has been seized, he is going to be confronted, at last, at last. Here it is. This is it. It is true that he did not recognize her because he doesn’t know that he has been expecting anyone - anything. Yet it’s as if he must be eternally waiting, eternally expecting, eter illy dreading. The excitation is suffocating; men have died in the act.No one’ll even remember where you’re buried.He is not the sort of person given to morbid reconstruction of how it must be when these people are waiting for the carbon monoxide to take effect. Before you actually pass out or however it comes: do they arrange themselves head in hands, registering despair etc. Just keep eyes fixed on the instrument panel: speedometer, oil gauge, engine heat. Grit in the mouth, face-down.No one’ll even remember whereStood up, stood back - or was it a step forward he took, dreadfully - good god, one immigrant girl in a city full of girls, she can hardly make herself understood, she is there somewhere all the time.
