"I've watched you every day from the kitchen window." Her depression
had gone now and she was talking with a vague excitement.
"Have you?"
"Do you mind if we pretend for a minute?"
"I'd like it."
"Then let's pretend this is a magic carpet and we've flown away from the
world and there's nothing to do but play. Play," she repeated musingly.
"I'll be Roseanne and you'll be Hugo. You see, I found out your name
from the letters. I found out a lot about you. Not facts like born,
occupation, father's first name; just--things."