By some strange alchemy of love and fear and memory, standing there in the empty room, music and my mother became one. I would find her where the music was. They would be together.
"I tried to open the front door, but it was locked and the back door was locked too. Then I noticed that the window above the kitchen sink was open. I found a chair and climbed upon it and thus reached the window.... I grasped the window sill, squirmed outside, hung for a moment, fell sprawling on the sand, and picked myself up.
"Now the music was clear on the summer air. Against the sky I could see the glow of colored lights. I ran toward it, falling in the deep sand and getting up, running again, shirttails dragging at my ankles.
"I came to a boardwalk. The walk led to a pavilion, to the source of the glowing lights, where clusters of people moved about. But the music was still farther, beyond them; and I went toward it, feeling my way through a forest of legs and a sea of dresses, to a place where couples drifted about.
"There on a platform above them was the music and below the platform, the lights shining on her, was my mother.
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