"Mister, are you all right? Why are you closing your eyes?"
Voice of a kid… high pitched voice, of a boy's voice, in a tone full of wonder that was highlighting the innocent heart of his. No doubt about it. It wasn't just pretending… real as it was, and pretending not when he gently began to open his eyes – after all, he did not want the boy to carry on puzzled by his puzzling doing. And true to his sight—true to himself—his sight had never been wrong before… and true enough, he did not hear it wrong,
