She could not understand what he was still doing alive. She glared at him and said, "I wanted you to vanish into the box-spring once I had gone."
She always listened to his fingers plucking at the strings. And it seemed almost insect-like, the arch and jerky movements of his fingers- like something substantially small working its way through an over-grown landscape.
The courtyard is silent until a screen door opens and kids burst forth screaming to play tag. It is like watching a building give birth.