with them building a school or something, but of course they are caught. In the final scene Clara sits under a thatched canopy reading a book. A shadow of a figure blocks the light and darkens her back; her bandanna is askew; she delicately straightens it, and turns. The music imitates a heartbeat to tell us that she has been waiting for this ending. Gregory is walking down a hill toward her, in time with the music. He slows—surprise and then recognition. The camera zooms in to his face, which looks nothing like the face of the desperate lover with the gun in the beginning of the movie.
The movie ends.
When Michelle’s cousin finally answered my knock she was wearing a robe made out of quilts.
“Michelle had a robe like that,” I said.
She looked at me. I wanted her to invite me in, to offer me something to drink. She had moved to the City in spring and now it was summer and we hadn’t seen each other since the funeral.
I stood at the door waiting.
She told me she couldn’t let me in because she hadn’t fully unpacked or cleaned her house. “The dust,” she said. “The clutter.” As soon as she spoke, I knew why I was there—they had the same voice, deep and solid as tree bark.
I told her I didn’t mind dust or clutter, I would shut my eyes if she wanted me to, I would walk in backward, or she could blindfold me.
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