The night of the blackout
At nine there was a blackout in her neighbourhood, on a summer night. Her family got up to hunt through the drawers for candles and torches; she stayed where she was, finishing her dinner. When her mother came back with a lit candle and asked whether she could see anything, she said she could. She has never talked about it with anyone, and to this day she is slow to turn on the light when she gets home.







