I am not lost, but I am without direction, and even 03 though they sound the same, they are not. It’s just that now 04 I’m not sure exactly where I’m headed. Not back to work. Not 05 now, because what is there, waiting for me? Not home, not in 06 the middle of the day, when all I have there is Katze. 07 I cross the street, and then I see it there, the way I have 08 before. I wonder if my feet took me here on purpose, over 09 taken by homesickness that I can never get through no matter 10 how much I think I can, or might want to. It is always lurking 11 there, just beyond the surface. Even in the Jewish law firm. 12 Especially in the Jewish law firm. 13 The letters up in front of me, they gleam a putrid red on 14 the marquee, the color once, of the swastikas defiling the 15 broken wall of Judischausen. They assault me, but still I stop 16 there, and I stare at them. Bright red letters: The Diary of 17 Anne Frank. Introducing: Millie Perkins. Starring: Shelley 18 Winters. 19 I buy a ticket, and I walk inside the theater.
