"'Granny, why do you care where you're buried?'
'Because I've lived in my imagination.'
'Granny, why don't we leave?'
'Look down onto the street at the children
with their heads shaved and their skin too white.
Do you want to leave this house and join the war,
my dark-eyed child?'
'No, Grandmother.'
'Let's pull down the shade, then, open the book,
and read.'"