Ventura, he says.
Ventura, California?
Yes, he replies.
Do you have her address?
No. She never gave it to me.
Did she ever ask about me?
Yes, he says, All the time.
What did you say?
I don't know, he pauses, I think I told her everything was fine.
I get off the phone. He's lying; I'm sure of it. Two years ago, I hired
someone to trace Hanna Hertzsprung. She's not in this country. Why, then,
does Ventura sound so familiar? I call up Demeter. She's been taking care
of our father for the last seven years. She would know.
- 0 1 2 +