Grandma, is that you? I heard your voice. Why have you gone?
Weβll go to Saint Anthony to find the keys and glasses in the lost past.
I canβt sleep in an empty house. It is so dark here. Loneliness drowns out thoughts. I'm afraid of the noise of silence. Tara doesn't want to go squealing with grief. I'll take the grid, make the tea, find the keys only come back.