TWINS
The arrival of the two girls in the room caused a mild disturbance of the calm social order at the reception. The guests repositioned themselves to accommodate the movement of the new arrivals as they made their way to meet the evening’s hosts, Marjorie and Anselm. I was the guest of honor. This was the prelude to what would become an anxious dissonant rhapsody. Strings, brass, wind, percussion. Anselm said to me in a droll whisper: “Sadly the twins lack personality.” Deborah in rose, Rebecca in blue.
ROME SUITE
Ornamental Figures
BOY
Because. My face felt like a mask I (he) was inured to the events around him still a witness to his own life his face felt like a mask and he could feel his breath against it inside it and his feelings didn’t correspond to its expression and of course he could not it did not change its expression so it seemed always somehow an odd inscrutable reflection of him.
