There had been a change in my life.
She’d begun to tell a story.
The meaning of this story is not entirely clear to me. Delores, the small room we shared amidst the vast structures, the downcast eyes of the stone saints in the city lot. So much time has passed. So much time has passed, but some days something brings her back—the dark hole, say, of a single window missing on an office building’s face. v
