He painted me a branch exactly as branches look, that’s right – cause I remember everything now – say it quick before I forget again – the day I opened an eye, the other wouldn’t open, I was flat horizontal on the ground, had I fallen off the ladder? I found you wrapped in the old horse blanket half an hour ago, he said, no, don’t – don’t do that, the heat coming off you, you’re sweating and it’s so hot outside, Master Francescho, so how can you be cold? Can you hear me? Can you hear?
