understood. Itâs a feeling at the ground zero of consciousness, but itâs not just a feeling and itâs not totally your feeling either, itâs also an experience andââ
Winnie interrupted, âItâs me and something sacred.â
âI understand,â said Blake.
âThank you.â
âPlease, tell me something else about you, Mrs. Helm. Youâre actuallytalking about things that matter, real things. I never expected that. For three days I thought about a visitor coming to see me, because they told me someone was coming, and I thought about it in every way I could, but I never expected this.â
âI guess I donât know what else to say.â
âSay anything. God, you canât imagine how wonderful this is, talking with someone about something real.â
âHow old are you, Blake?â
âI donât know. Iâve forgotten.â
âThatâs impossible.â
âYouâre right, it is. Iâll be thirty-two in six weeks.â
âIâm forty-five. Do you think thatâs too old to sit on the hood of a car?â
âWhat?â
âDo you think Iâm too old to sit on the hood of my car? I was doing that in the parking lot. I didnât want to come in earlier than our scheduled visit and I was trying to prepare myself. I was sitting on the hood of my car and feeling insecure about being too old. So whatâs your opinion?â
âWhat good is freedom, Mrs. Helm, if you never do anything unusual or odd? Thatâs what freedom meansâdoing whatever you need to do so long as nobody else is hurt by it. Thatâs what you were talking about before, doing things that conflict with your sense of yourself in other rooms of your mind. You have to be able to do that or youâre not really alive.â
âSo thereâs nothing wrong with a middle-aged woman like me sitting on the hood of my car?â
âOf course there isnât. Sit wherever you want and if anyone criticizes you, tell âem to come see me.â
Winnie laughed. âGood. I wasnât sure what someone else would think.â
âDid you say you knew my father? How is he?â
âIâm afraid I donât know him very well, Blake. My husband is better acquainted with him from his repair shop. I think he currently works for that shipping company north of Grange, delivering heavy products in his truck. As far as I know he is in good health. Does he come to see you?â
âI talked him out of that. Heâs emotional and thereâs nothing the guards here like better than for relatives of prisoners to cry. It makes them feel proud of a job well done.â
âSurely thatâs not true.â
âOf course you donât believe it, Mrs. Helm. No reasonable person should. Itâs just one of those little humiliating horrors brought to you by the human garbage pit. Right nowâdid you know this?âsomeone is listening to us. Someone is actually being paid to press a tiny wire to their ear and listen to us. Itâs insane. Yes, I told my father to stop coming here. Having a son should not include the kind of snickering abuse that runs wild in here. He doesnât deserve to feel the way he feels when heâs here, and I donât want him to. If you lived in a garbage dump, would you want your father to visit?â
âMy father is deceased, but he wouldnât have visited me no matter where I lived.â
âWhy not?â
âThatâs simply the way he was.â
âFrankly, I canât imagine that. My father is a saint and I sometimes hate him for it.â
âWhy?â
âI could never live up to it.â
âDoes he expect you to?â
âNo, of course not. Heâs a saint.â
âCan I ask another question?â asked Winnie.
âSure.â
âHave you been able to find some small measure of peace here?â
âNot
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