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ward twilight at noon, past mirrors that were turned to the wall. No glass could see me coming. No glass would see me go....
“… yes?” A whisper.
I hesitated by the door at the top of the stairs. Perhaps I expected to look in and find a giant canary, stretched out on a carpet of dust, songless, capable only of heart murmurs for talk.
I stepped in.
I heard a gasp.
In the middle of an empty room stood a bed on which, eyes shut, mouth faintly breathing, lay an old woman.
Archaeopteryx, I thought.
I did. I really did.
I had seen such bones in a museum, the fragile reptilian wings of that lost and extinct bird, the shape of it touched on sandstone in etchings that might have been made by some Egyptian priest.
This bed, and its contents, was like the silt of a river that runs shallow. Traced now in its quiet flow was a jackstraw litter of chaff and thin skeleton.
She lay flat and strewn out so delicately I could not believe it was a living creature, but only a fossil undisturbed by eternity’s tread.
“Yes?” The tiny yellowed head just above the coverlet opened its eyes. Tiny shards of light blinked at me.
“Canaries?” I heard myself say. “The sign in your window? The birds?”
“Oh,” the old woman sighed. “… Dear.”
She had forgotten. Perhaps she hadn’t been downstairs in years. And I was the first, perhaps, to come upstairs in a thousand days.
“Oh,” she whispered, “that was long ago. Canaries. Yes. I had some lovely ones.
“1920,” again in the whisper. “1930—1931—.” Her voice faded. The years stopped there.
Just the other morn. Just the other noon.
“They used to sing, my lands, how they sang. But no one ever came to buy. Why? I never sold one.”
I glanced around. There was a birdcage in the far north corner of the room, and two more half-hidden in a closet.
“Sorry,” she murmured. “I must have forgotten to take that sign out of my window....”
I moved toward the cages. My hunch was right.
At the bottom of the first cage I saw papyrus from the Los Angeles Times, December 25, 1926.
HIROHITO ASCENDS THRONE
The young monarch, twenty-seven,
this afternoon …
I moved to the next cage and blinked. Memories of high school days flooded me with their fears.
ADDIS ABABA BOMBED
Mussolini claims triumph.
Haile Selassie protests....
