She shows her how to pop the needle only halfway through the leather so that the stitches remain invisible. They hug, and I think about what we can give her in return. All we have are rolls of coins, a weather radio, a red slouchy hat, my copy of The Brothers Lionheart. I place the slouch hat on the back of her head, and with her long braids, it looks really good. Zoe snaps a picture of her, and we’re about to get back on the road. Rosemarie looks at me then. She stares me in the eye. The greenish edge of her iris has weakened and slackened with age, and it seems to leak into the white of her eye. Still, she looks at me intensely until I have to look away. “What is it?” I ask. “Nothing,” she says, shaking her head. “I just thought maybe you knew something. But that’s impossible.” “Knew what?” “Never mind.” “What?”
What do You think about The Museum Of Intangible Things?
